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Incon considered himself just as normal and unassuming as anyone else. He had tanned skin that harkened to his Moroccan heritage, burning brown eyes and ashen, short hair that poked out from any headwear, and short stature that made most women giggle, and not in a good way. Waking up, the young man expected everything to be the same as it ever was, but today was different. Perhaps fate had waited for this particular day, or perhaps some omnipotent presence took pity on him. Either way, Incon watched as reality unfurled itself before him like the pages of a book ready to be edited.

He didn’t have any delusions of grandeur and he especially didn’t want world domination. Instead, Incon decided to indulge in one of his wildest fantasies. He created his own dimension, erected a lavish mansion that would meet his every need, and then scratched his head over who would be the first lucky lady to see it. Pleasure was at the forefront of Incon’s mind; he wanted the best, the bustiest, the bubbliest and so much more out of all the women, and there was no better place to find them than in the world of popular culture. The first woman on Incon’s mind would come from a rather obscure place, but that only made her more appealing like a diamond in the rough.

Appearing in a dimly-lit cave filled with massive dragon eggs, Incon searched for the sultry sprite from Dragon’s Rage, Adara. Normally tucked under Cael’s wing or orchestrating the revolution, the ivory-haired vixen found herself babysitting a clutch of eggs for lack of anything else to do. She was bored out of her mind; no orcs nearby to terrorize and no villages around to make bad decisions in. That said, she took her task seriously enough that the sight of Incon made her leap to her feet with magical hellfire licking at her fingertips. Just because the orcs had cut and run from the area didn’t mean that any short-statured being wasn’t a threat.

“Hey! You shouldn’t be-” Adara’s voice trailed off when she realized that Incon was exactly her size, just like a sprite. “Wait a minute… Huh, you’re an odd one. Where are your wings?”

“Well, I was born without wings,” Incon replied with a shrug and a smile, technically the truth.

“Oh. Uh, sorry, I guess that was a bit on the-'' Again Adara’s voice trailed off, but for a different reason. As she locked eyes with Incon’s own and as he came closer, a strange and powerful feeling of desire washed over her. “Uhh… Nevermind. So, who are you and what are you doing here,” she asked, ignoring the slight damp spot between her legs.

As much as Adara liked to cut loose and have some raunchy fun like any other female, like any other creature in the world, she had plenty of inhibitions keeping her in check. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was so horny she’d pounce on the first living, breathing man to cross her sight. That said, as Incon drew near, Adara couldn’t deny that she needed some fun. Emotions and logic had no place here; her loins were begging for attention, her body in need of a dominant man’s touch. A blush crept into her cheeks and she drew a hand up to a soft breast, soon gasping when she realized that there was a hard nipple under her palm.

“My name is Incon, and… well, I’m actually here for you, Adara,” the dark-skinned lad replied with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“What the hell is that supposed-”

On top of the reality-warping power, Incon had an aura that pervaded deep into a woman’s body and excited them to their core. A passing leer would have been enough to give a woman pause, but as close as Incon was now, he could only savor the effects in detail. Adara hissed in alien anticipation as her hips jerked forward, sending her reeling. The damp patch between her legs spread and grew hotter, flooding her core with ravenous desire. Reaching down, Adara’s fingers came back slick while her breasts strained against her tight leotard. She didn’t wear that much, but what little she did was now uncomfortable and restraining.

“What’s happening… to me? H-hey, stay away from- Ooh!”

Even as Adara took a few steps back and away from Incon, she became aware of just how thick her thighs were, how slick they were with arousal, and how painful it was with her leotard digging deep into her crotch. She reached out to a nearby rockface to steady herself, but another burst of desire washed over her and made her knees buckle.

“Wow, you’re pretty horny, aren’t you?” Incon chuckled as he reached down to pat the bulge straining against his denim pants. His smile widened into a perverted grin as he noticed Adara’s green eyes on his crotch. “Oh, you want something from me?”

“Th-that’s not-”

Incon grappled with Adara, spinning her around and tugging her up against his chest to find that she was only a few inches shorter than he was. He just couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore. A hand over her navel kept her restrained while the other scouted up and down her uncovered thigh, savoring the creamy, smooth texture. Incon tested his limits by going higher, dipping fingers over towards the slick patch of intoxicating heat between Adara’s legs. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, feeling her shiver and mewl as the bulge in his pants pressed against her ass.

“C’mon, be honest with yourself. How long’s it been since you last had a good fuck? You deserve a reward, right?” Incon’s lips trailed down her neck, his hands grasping and idly kneading where they lay. Adara could only twitch and bite her lip as each passing kiss made her twat pulse. “I can give it to you… But you’ll have to ask for it.”

Adara tried her best to think over her heart hammering away in her chest, but it was simply no use. Lust had seeped deep into her mind and clouded her thoughts. Her body was burning up from the inside and her legs were slick with her devious desire. To blazes with it all. Incon had a good point, and if he was willing to dick her good and hard, then why hold back any longer?

“Aah…! S-so hot,” Adara whined, tears pricking her eyes. “Okay, fine! Please… give me your dick, Incon!”

“Wow, you actually said it! Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of it, but first, you’ll have to do something special for me.”

“B-but you said-”

Incon curled his fingers against Adara’s covered pussy and cupped it, earning himself a delightful, cute squeal.

“I love an honest woman. But just because you’re honest doesn’t mean we can skip to the fun part. You’re gonna have to earn it.”

“How?”

Incon answered with a sly smirk as reality melted around the both of them. 

The drab, dank caves and the clutch of dragon eggs within were gone, and in their place was Incon’s illustrious bedroom in his new mansion. This wasn’t some tiny nook with a twin-sized bed, instead, it was a massive room with a deluxe king-sized bed big enough to fit a dozen people, and believe me, Incon planned to get to such a milestone. Classy sconces lined the walls, velvet curtains were draped over the windows and there was an assortment of loveseats, couches, and stools to sit on. There was even a minibar, one large and advanced television, and even a home stereo system, yet Incon figured he’d be too busy tending to his harem to toy with much of it.

Adara gasped as she realized that she had grown in size, but any questions or concerns about it were quickly washed away at the sight of Incon lounging on the foot of his bed. He lounged like a king on his throne, and instead of a royal scepter in his hand to serve as proof of his divinity, there was a tanned, impressive shaft standing tall and proud between his legs. The fire of rebellion in Adara’s heart was nothing more than a flicker, and now that she saw the thing that could drive her wild, thrust her into Nirvana, it was all but extinguished and replaced with the greater inferno of lust. The young lad beckoned for Adara to come closer. There was no hesitation; like a dog let off the chain, Adara strode forward and got on her knees.

“You like what you see?” Incon asked, idly stroking his cock. It was certainly a hefty, impressive thing, of which Incon was quite proud of. “I want you to worship my cock, Adara. Prove to me that you can please me. Give me a titfuck, and if you do well, I’ll reward you.”

“You promise?” Adara whispered in reply.

“Definitely!”

The lad leaned back and looked on as Adara made herself comfortable. She slipped off her long green and violet gloves and flung them over her shoulder before reaching up to tend to her plush tits. Encased somewhat in that leotard of hers, they tumbled out and snapped to attention as soon as they were freed. They were a rich shade of pink with a touch of red here and there as if they were ripe, though it wasn’t that much of a stretch. From the puffy, curved swell to the sharp, erect tips of her nipples, a cursory glance would tell anyone that Adara was as horny as anyone could be. The sprite grasped her breasts and gave them a gentle grope and shake, all the while gazing up at Incon with those vibrant, hooded green eyes of hers.

Adara leaned in and wrapped her breasts around Incon’s thick shaft, earning herself a jolt of ecstasy that shot up her spine and a hushed groan from the man himself. For Incon, he had to take a deep breath and steel himself, lest he came right then and there. Her big, soft tits were heavenly, and with a bit of sweat added to the mix, they were slick enough for the task at hand. He watched with bated breath as Adara tugged her breasts up and pushed them down along his shaft, engulfing its entire girth with how much cushioning she had on hand. Soft, slick slaps echoed from the gentle, thorough churning while the occasional grunt or moan slipped from Adara’s lips. 

“Y-you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Incon hissed, mesmerized by the fluid movements of those tits against his cock. “You naughty little thing…!”

“You like these tits wrapped around your cock, Incon?”

“Hell yeah! Keep going!”

The sprite continued with her set, even as the burning between her legs grew unbearable without a few fingers to tide her over. Incon’s musk had her enthralled, her eyes were fixed on the bulbous head of his cock pumping up between her tits and, as Adara looked on, her mouth watered. She licked her lips and doubled-up on her motions. Instead of just sliding her tits up and down Incon’s pole, she made sure to grasp her tits and press them tighter against it, tightening the pocket of pleasure. Adara pursed her lips and let saliva trickle off the tip of her tongue down onto the tip of Incon’s cock before giving it a good, thorough polish with the sensitive undersides of her tits.

Incon knew that his limit was quickly approaching, but he did his best to hold on until he felt like bursting. He gritted his teeth and suffered through the pleasant agony of Adara’s masterful churning while the sprite returned to polishing the entirety of his thick shaft. Heart pounding away in her chest, Adara’s fat tits rippled as they pulsed against Incon’s cock. She was adamant about seeing Incon to his release! Soon she felt the lad tense up, but Adara didn’t dare pull away. Instead, she made that slick pocket of pleasure between her tits even tighter!

“Aaah!”

Rich, creamy cum shot from the tip of Incon’s scepter like a backed-up geyser. Rope after rope of the stuff flew through the air and landed upon Adara’s ivory locks, against her face, and atop her plush tits. A few seconds later and Adara’s tits had several healthy lines of glaze stretching all over them, even dripping down to her nipples and cascading further to the undersides. Overjoyed, Adara slid her tongue out and poked and prodded at any strands close to her lips. She pulled away from Incon to savor the sensations running through her body, especially those of her taste buds, before moaning in glee.

Incon’s cum was potent stuff, especially since it was jam-packed with Incon’s influence. It was enough to give Adara a short but sweet orgasm, a simple appetizer or taste of what was soon to come. Now, Incon’s aura was enough to make women weak at the knees and horny, but if they were strong-willed and defiant, it wasn’t enough to make them completely submissive. But if Incon pumped her full with his seed, well, that was a different story. He had a gut feeling that only good things would happen from that point on!

“Fuck me, you’re good at that,” Incon huffed with a strained smile. He reached out and stroked Adara’s cum-stained hair as if he was praising a pet. “Okay… L-let’s move onto the fun part. Though maybe you wanna clean me up first?”

A prudent woman might have wrinkled her nose at the thought. Adara gazed down at Incon’s half-limp, cum and sweat-lathered cock and thought only of getting a better taste. She reached out to grab Incon’s cock and gave it a long, gradual lick from the base of the shaft to the very tip. The cum and sweat there were soon replaced with a thin sheen of saliva while Incon shivered in delight. His cock twitched at her every touch and grew thicker and thicker until it was as hard as a rock and rigid as a pole once more. Still Adara lapped at that thick rod, even going so far as to kiss and suckle at sensitive, prominent veins before taking it into her mouth like a good girl.

The sprite sank upon Incon’s pole, pulling back every so often and slurping as she went. Deeper and deeper she went until Incon couldn’t take her teasing any longer. He reached over and, with his hand clenched tight in her hair, he pushed her to take him in deeper. Adara gagged as more of that hot, meaty cock slid over her tongue and even nudged against the back of her throat, and still, she persisted. Such a wet and warm place; Incon felt another powerful orgasm steadily approaching, and this time he didn’t dare fight it.

Incon kept Adara pinned to his crotch, feeling her nose just nuzzling against his pubic hair while saliva dribbled down to the swell of his balls. He gasped as her cheeks dimpled around his cock, sucking him with greater intensity even as the sprite sputtered and gagged. Another hot dose of cum hit Adara square in the back of the throat while the rest of it smothered her tongue.

“Swallow it,” Incon growled, his tone domineering despite the pleasured agony written on his face. “Swallow it all, Adara. Aah… y-yeah, that’s a good girl!”

After a few seconds of gurgling and sucking, Incon finally let Adara go. He watched as a thin trail of saliva glistened between the tip of his cock and Adara’s lips while a bit of cum drizzled out still like syrup from a tapped tree. She gasped for breath and gagged a few times, but otherwise, she looked as right as rain. More than that, there was an adorable, disheveled look about her that had Incon’s cock twitching. The mischievous shrew of a sprite was still there, but looking up at Incon now was a sultry vixen filled with ravenous lust.

Adara opened wide, tongue lolling out, showing off just how clean her mouth was.

“Oh fuck me,” Incon gasped, his brown eyes wide at the sight. He shuddered as his cock sprang to life once again, hard and ready for another few rounds of fun. “That’s it. Up we go.”

A surge of strength rippled through Incon’s body and helped him to tug Adara up onto the bed with him. Foreplay was over and done with. He mashed his lips against the sprite’s own and pinned her down, kneading one of her big, plush tits with one hand while the other grappled with her wrists and kept them above her head. Adara was too stunned, too horny, to even think of resisting, though that would have betrayed just how needy she was. She mewled and whimpered against the young man’s passionate kiss while her core pulsed in anticipation.

Incon rose, tugged off his shirt, and fell back upon Adara before she could even hope to catch her breath. This time his lips attacked her other tit, gnashing them around a stiff nipple while his free hand went down to her twat. She was so wet and needy down there that it was a mercy to remove that tight-fitting leotard string, though in Incon’s case he outright tore into it. His fingers dipped inside to stroke her twitchy inner walls all the while Adara squealed and bucked her hips against his advances. Then Incon pulled his hand back, curled his stained fingers around his cock, aligned himself with that inviting cunt, and, with a long sigh of relief, he buried himself deep inside.

“Nuh… Oh, oh fuck!” Adara arched her back and dug her hips up and into Incon’s own as the lad sank ever deeper inside of her tight, twitching passage. “Incon!”

“Well? Is it everything you ever wanted?”

“It’s s-stretching me… fuck, it’s big!”

It took a great deal of self-restraint for Adara to not cum right then and there. Finally, her body had gotten what it desired, but now came the ride of a lifetime. Her plush, pink lower lips clenched tight around Incon’s dark cock as the young man got to work plunging into her depths. He busied himself with kneading and teasing those fat tits of Adara’s once more while his hips churned against her, thrusting down into her and giving way to the mind-numbing ecstasy. The only saving grace for Adara was that Incon was going at a slow and sensual pace, and even then it was driving the sprite wild.

Sitting up straight, Incon took the opportunity to look over his prize. The mix of creamy, pale pink skin against a darker, tanned hue stroked Incon’s ego and fueled his libido even more. Adara, hands above her head and clutching at the bedsheets, cycled between biting her lip to quell her moans, beaming and giggling in good spirit and pursing her lips and cooing, mewling, purring out incoherent strings of encouragement. Her breasts bounced and swayed whenever Incon lifted his hands from them; they were coated with a thin sheen of sweat that caught Incon’s eye plenty of times! Further down, Incon admired the subtle bump in her stomach as his cock carved up inside of her hot, silken cunt.

He brushed his fingers against Adara’s navel for a moment before grasping her thighs and picking at the violet material of her boots.
“I love a girl in heels, but you’re gonna… they’re gonna hurt if I don’t get ‘em off,” Incon growled with a grin. Utilizing his reality-warping powers, those boots faded away to reveal Adara’s long, slender legs, which he grabbed in a heartbeat. “C’mon, hold onto me. I’m gonna fuck you good and hard, Adara!”

Adara took the hint and locked her legs around Incon’s hips, even as her own hips began to feel a bit fatigued from the rhythmic pounding. She swung her arms out and stretched towards Incon, begging for him to come a little closer. The young man certainly did, though not without giving the sprite another heavy, heated kiss. His tongue prodded against her lips and, after a second of hesitation from Adara, he was delighted to soon twist and tangle it against her own. What’s more, such an erotic kiss had Adara bucking her hips in need; she just had to have more of Incon!

As the minutes trickled by, the pace quickened. Incon panted and sucked in air between kisses as he subjected Adara to his piston movements. She tightened up, her walls pulsating and twitching on the verge of a powerful climax. With her arms and legs wrapped around Incon, Adara buried her face into the crook of Incon’s neck and moaned with all the grace of a slut. Already so deep inside, Incon pushed himself harder for the final set and groaned in delight when his cock just barely managed to touch Adara’s cervix before the twitching, tight, and oh-so-wet inner walls got the better of him. He let loose; his cock angled against the entrance to Adara’s womb and dosed it with a thick load of his exotic cum.

“Aah! It’s… so hot, I’m… c-cumming!”

Incon held Adara steady as she too suffered through an explosive orgasm. Her inner walls were clenched so tight around Incon’s cock that it was almost like a vicegrip, yet the lad was able to pull himself free after a few moments. Cum drooled from Adara’s puffy pink cunt and stained the sheets below while sweat glistened all over the sprite’s form. He looked on in wide wonder, savoring the fruits of his labor, and let his hands roam over her body once more as Adara gradually recovered. Those emerald-green eyes of hers were glazed over with a perverse mixture of lust, adoration, and, most important of all, loyalty.

By cumming in a woman’s pussy, Incon conquered them and gained their complete loyalty. They’d never dream of leaving him!

“Was that fun? Well, don’t think that it’s over,” Incon gasped, hissing as cool air brushed against his sopping-wet rod. “I’ve got one more in me… Roll over and… and stick your ass up!”

There was no hesitation from Adara this time. She happily rolled over, got on her hands and knees, and raised her ass high into the air. Incon reached out and grasped Adara’s asscheeks with the same fervor that he did with her tits, though once he had a good fill of kneading them, he then lashed out with an open-hand slap. Adara yelped at the pain, then once more as another smack left a cheek looking red. She whimpered in protest, feeling the agony of a vacant, needy pussy before chirping in relief as Incon aligned himself once more.

“You’ve got a great ass, Adara,” Incon praised as he sank back into her soft, wet folds. “Aah… S-so soft and warm…!”

“You came… three times so far,” Adara huffed, incredulous even while pressed into a pillow. “Y-yet you’re still so haaard!”

Incon held onto Adara’s hips and steadied himself for yet another rough ride. He rocked against her ass, spearing her again and again with his thick cock. Each rugged thrust pushed her body, pummeling her into the bed below as it rocked underneath them. Though Adara tried to keep herself upright with some dignity, eventually the deep churning had her beat. She let out a low, sensual moan of pleasure and descended to the pillow beneath her, content to have Incon ravage her from behind like the trophy she was. But Incon, amused as he was by Adara’s ass bouncing from his deep thrusts, had other plans.

“Oh no, you’re not done yet!”

The young lad reached over and grabbed Adara’s wrists to tug her up from her downward dog position. Pulling on her wrists, Incon forced Adara to take his cock even deeper, tugging her against him as he rocketed forward. He drank in her yelps and moans of rapture while marveling at the ripples cascading over her ass from each thrust, and at the pendulous sway of her tits whenever he smacked into her. Again and again, he carved his essence, his musk, deep into Adara’s cunt while his full balls tensed up for another powerful payload. Yet again the sprite was clamping down hard on his cock, begging for another white-hot load of creamy cum to paint the walls of her womb.

With one final tug, Incon lurched himself as deep as he could get inside the sprite’s twat and growled as he emptied what remained in his balls. Adara groaned; she saw stars with each load sunk into her womb. It wasn’t enough to feel it spurt out and splatter inside, filling her up entirely. No, Adara could feel Incon’s cock pulse and twitch as more and more of that hot stuff gushed inside of her. By the time Incon was finished, a slow and steady stream of gooey jism was seeping out from where he was so tightly conjoined with Adara.

When Adara came back down from cloud nine, she found herself on her side with her thighs smeared with sweat and sex. Her heart pounded in her chest and her breasts quivered with each beat. She lamented the lack of Incon’s cock and raised her head to look for him, and lo and behold he stood nearby with a bottle of water in hand from his minifridge. The young lad had his own sheen of sweat, but after a bit of hydration, he seemed as right as rain once again. Even more, Adara glanced down and realized that his cock was still just as hard as ever, perhaps an inch bigger or more impressive than she last noticed.

“Oh wow… that was… that was incredible,” Adara cooed.

Incon, with a proud smirk on his lips, tossed a spare bottle of water over towards the reclining beauty.

“You were incredible,” he praised only to wag a finger soon after. “Drink up, darlin’. You’re only getting a ten-minute break, ‘cuz I’m not done with you yet.”

Adara nearly sputtered on her drink. This guy’s libido was through the roof! She again glanced at that stiff cock staring her in the eye and couldn’t help but feel her loins burning, yearning for more. With a tired smile, Adara figured that a ten-minute break was just what she needed!

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Besides a bit of fatigue, Incon felt fantastic that morning. And why wouldn’t he feel divine? With reality unfurled before him, free to be edited to whatever desire he wanted, Incon’s only limitation was his imagination. He was well on his way to living life to the fullest, and what better way to do so than by surrounding himself with beautiful, busty women who could hardly resist his wry charms? Even now Incon had the desire to start the day off right with some fun, perhaps a blowjob or a sensual titfuck.

He turned his burning brown eyes towards the platinum-blonde babe in the bed next to him and grinned.

“Adara, wake up,” Incon cooed, reaching over to tug the sheets away from her curvy frame. “I’ll give you a breakfast treat if you- Oh.”

Whereas Incon expected to see Adara nestled against a pillow with a serene, tired look on her face as if she was a goddess posing for a portrait, the reality was a lot messier. The sprite was clutching a small bunch of pillows with her ass hitched in the air. The sheets had been the only source of modesty for there was nothing left to the imagination. Sweat and cum glazed her backside while a batch of the white goo still dripped from her pussy and even her asshole, though at a pace slower than molasses. There was a dazed, dopey look about her, and as Incon nudged her side, she let out an incoherent gurgle and refused to wake.

For a brief moment, Incon felt just a little guilty. He had been in a lustful daze for quite some time, and Adara, bless her heart for trying, simply couldn’t keep up with him. Incon chuckled at the sight and reached over to help Adara into a more comfortable sleeping position before sliding out of bed to get ready for the day. His libido had skyrocketed, but he couldn’t expect every woman he came across to be able to match him. More importantly, he couldn’t have himself a harem if he only had one woman, and he certainly didn’t want to break Adara!

“Alright then. Sleep in today, Adara. I’ll be back in… I dunno, a few hours. Time to get a new babe!”

The tanned lad snapped his fingers and vanished, already razor-focused on the kind of woman he wanted next.

-

For Aela the Huntress, it had been a tense few days ended only by a good night of hunting. The Companions’ Harbinger had received a report of a particularly crafty group of bandits in Eastmarch and, lacking Vilkas and Farkas at the time, Aela was sent out instead to rout them. Aela liked hunting down bandits; they could be unpredictable and rather clever, and killing them never troubled her at night. However, they were low-hanging fruit, and though Aela had done her job well, she came away from it feeling hollow. None of the bandits put up a half-decent fight; it had been too easy!

On her way back to Whiterun, Aela decided to take a little detour at the hot springs near Darkwater River. The smell of sulfur was diluted by the crisp mountain air that cascaded down from the west while the heat of the spring delved deep into tired tissue and reinvigorated one’s soul. The Companion greeted a group of hunters and found herself a nice, secluded spot all to herself. Though there was safety in numbers, especially in this place so far removed from current civilization, Aela wasn’t in the mood to entertain or be entertained by a group. Skjor was the gregarious one and, though Aela could drink and boast with the best of them, she preferred to hang back.

Discarding leather, fur, and metal, Aela slid into the spring and let out a low moan of relief. The filth on her toned body dissolved into nothingness while a quick dip underwater washed away the paint on her comely yet fierce face. Being able to take a moment and relax was a welcome luxury Aela didn’t often get. However, while peace and tranquility were good for anyone’s soul, Aela was still somewhat tense. It wasn’t anything a few dirty thoughts and her nimble fingers couldn’t solve, though she’d rather spend the moment with another.

Speak of the devil, a newcomer arrived just then. A short, strapping young lad with ashen hair and tanned skin, possibly a Redguard. Now those people were a delight that Skyrim didn’t have enough of, Aela thought with a smile. They were great swordsmen and had excellent stamina, the latter of which Aela had half a mind to test. She watched like a predator as her new prey stripped his strange clothing away, revealed his curved sword, and promptly dipped into the water a few meters opposite her.

Their eyes met, and it was all downhill from there.

-

Incon wasn’t arrogant or bold enough to have an audience for what he aspired to do next. He glanced over at the hunters, none of whom paid any attention towards them to begin with, and tapped into his reality-warping powers to create a barrier. For him and Aela, it would be as if nothing had happened, but for the hunters, if they were to glance over, the Companion and strange ‘Redguard’ would have been obscured by a thick haze of steam and fog. As far as they knew, the Companion had up and left. They shrugged and got back to their conversations and tranquility.

Next, Incon sought to flex his aura. He already had Aela’s attention, even if she gave off an aloof air. He could sense the desire radiating from her like the heat from a fire, though Aela tried to keep it under wraps. She was an accomplished hunter who knew not to rush in, after all. Incon again caught her gaze and gave her a fetching grin and a nod of his head. His aura, the very same that had Adara blushing, squirming, and fidgeting just from being close to him, reached out and wrapped around Aela’s form like a sweet spring breeze, and was just as stimulating.

Aela could sense the lad’s desire as well thanks to her lycanthropy, and so with two willing parties, there was nothing left to hash out. She stood from her stone perch and flashed Incon with a bold smile emblazoned with a luscious, hooded look. She waded towards him, walking across the heated, smooth stone of the spring as a proud warrior would with purpose in her stride. Though the warrior had an impressive, toned figure, there was a voluptuous side to her as well. A good pair of above-average-sized breasts, a perfectly sculpted ass, and long, sturdy legs any man would dream of getting between.

“Ordinarily I would take your staring as a challenge, Redguard,” Aela spoke, her voice proud and booming even in its soft tone. Surfacing with her waist just above the waterline, she placed her hands on her hips and glared down at Incon. “But today I’m in a good mood. And more than that, I’m in need of some relief.”

“Y-you… I, uh... “ Incon hadn’t expected her to be so forthcoming, yet her bold nature had him transfixed. He greatly appreciated it, as already his cock was way past half-mast. “Wow, I don’t… I don’t even know what to say!”

“For starters, how about ‘thank you’,” Aela scoffed. Incon could see the woman’s sharp teeth beyond that smile of hers and knew that they weren’t just for show. “You ought to consider yourself lucky. It’s not every day that a bold whelp like you gets a chance like this.”

When Incon failed to get the message, the Huntress leaned in closer with her moss-green eyes narrowed.

“Dense, aren’t you? I’m going to mount and ride you, and if you can keep your voice down, I’ll let you fondle me all you want. Deal?”

“Deal,” Incon replied with a nod.

“Good. Now, let me just…” The Huntress reached down and brushed her fingers against the stiff rod standing tall and proud between Incon’s legs. She didn’t expect much, but when her fingers just barely managed to wrap around his cock, she gasped in pleasant surprise. “Huh! Not bad! But can it fill out a sheath?”

“Why don’t you find out?” Incon challenged, exerting more and more of his lustful aura like flexing a muscle.

 Aela took him up on that in a heartbeat. She straddled and locked herself against him, feeling the girth of his shaft pressing into her outer folds. One hand reached up to Incon’s shoulder for support and the other remained around his cock before she lifted her hips, angled his shaft just right, then slid down. A low purr of delight rumbled in the back of Aela’s throat as thick, radiant heat filled her up. By Shor, it had been such a long time since Aela had had a cock like this, and from the way it was surging past her neglected, sensitive nerves, it certainly hit the spot.

Incon couldn’t help from bucking his hips just once to settle deep inside, but also on reflex. He hissed, cringing at the hot, wet vice grip clamping down all around him.

“Weren’t expecting it to be so tight, huh? You’ll never get this kind of feeling from any other kind of woman,” Aela chuckled. She brought her other hand up to brace against Incon’s shoulder, fully committed to riding her plaything for the time being. “So what’s your name, Redguard?”

“Incon. And you?”

“Aela,” she answered, soon beginning to rock her hips back and forth. She raised herself just enough to relieve the pressure on Incon, but only a little bit. “Ah… impressive! I suppose the stories about the hammers of Hammerfell are true!”

The lucky lad gave no comment in return. Just the same as anyone else in such a position, he sat back and groaned, content to have Aela fuck him to her heart’s content. She was right; it wasn’t every day that a tight, bodacious babe like her came along. The soothing heat of the spring was nothing compared to the slick warmth of Aela’s pussy! As the woman put some variety into her act, at times gyrating her hips or bouncing atop him, Incon would take the opportunity to brush his fingers against those muscles of hers. He savored each crease, then, with Aela’s tacit permission, he went higher.

Grasping the Huntress’ tits, Incon gave them a thorough appraisal. He squeezed those perky, firm things and made sure to nudge and prod at those pink nipples as he did so. His hands weren’t marred with callouses from hard work, but Incon could give enough texture to drive Aela wild regardless. He dipped his nose into the valley between her tits and squeezed them together; sure he was a fully-grown man, but he couldn’t help himself from motorboating those bouncing beauties. Aela let out a flabbergasted grunt and blushed at the lad’s audacity, but despite her best efforts she found it endearing, and so she patted and stroked his ashen mop of hair and let him be.
Motorboating evolved into sucking and licking as Incon grew bolder. He took a nipple between his fingers and gave it a cheeky tweak and tug, and from Aela’s growl, he figured she enjoyed a bit of pain with her pleasure. She tightened up considerably, her walls pulsing around Incon’s cock as she kept bouncing and grinding down against him. Aela threw her head back and churned the waters with her rigorous humping as her growls and curses devolved into moans, and then when she could stomach no more, a muffled shriek of rapture. Her body begged for Incon to spill a big, thick load deep inside her, and Incon didn’t disappoint.
The young lad reached down to grasp Aela’s firm ass and groaned as those slick inner walls of hers milked out several strings of hot jism. Shot after shot pinged against the back of Aela’s womb and filled her up, sending shockwaves of heat and pleasure throughout her body down to her extremities. But there was more to it than that. Incon’s aura flared up even more, and his spunk had, well, spunk! His cum helped mark his claim to Aela, and from there on she’d be as devoted to him as a lovesick concubine.

Aela seized up as the small yet reasonable orgasm from before reignited into a mind-numbing climax. Her pussy doubled-down on Incon’s rigid cock as if fearful that he’d pull out, and when he did just that, the Huntress let out a whimper of protest. Dizzy, she tried to form the words that would keep Incon still. One go wasn’t enough; she needed more of him and his cock! The man reached out, grasped her by the sides, and lifted her out of the water in one swift movement. It was all rather easy with how stunned Aela was, and so in due time, she was lying atop a smooth slab of rock on her back.

“Wh-what happened? W-why am I so-”

“So horny? Oh, I just have that effect on babes like you,” Incon chuckled, rising from the water to dock his hips against Aela’s own. He laid his cock atop her clean-shaven twat and reached out with his thumb to get a better look at those puffy pink insides. “There’s no shame in it, Aela. Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you good and hard until you calm down!”
“Shor’s bones, y-you’re a beast!” Aela chirped back with a nervous smile.

With his thumb keeping her open and ready, Incon surged forward and speared Aela with the full might of his cock. He loved it when a woman took charge and shook her hips atop him, but now was his time to take command. A sigh slipped past his lips as soft, slick heat wrapped around his cock from the very tip down to his base. Aela, meanwhile, recoiled at the thrust and gritted her teeth, but there was no mistaking the delight in her groans.

As Aela laid back Incon loomed over her and went to work. Her pussy eagerly took him in again and again, at times making such sinful sounds that even Incon was amazed. There wasn’t much fat on Aela, and yet still there was a delightful ‘whap’ and ‘smack’ as Incon rammed his hips against her own. The Huntress seemed mortified at what she heard, but the tightening of her cunt betrayed just how exciting she found it all. Incon could tell firsthand; those pink nipples were firm under his palm as he mashed and squeezed her tits.

“Wow, Aela, you’re much tighter than before,” Incon teased. He ran his fingers along the creases of the woman’s abs before grasping her wrists and pinning them above her head. “Aha! Do you feel that? Y-you’re twitching so much too! I guess what you really needed… was a stud pinning you down… and fucking you senseless!”

“Don’t tease me,” Aela whined, her cheeks burning with color. She gasped as another series of powerful thrusts pushed her into the smooth rock beneath her, bouncing her tits with the force. “I’m n-not some slutty Breton or Imperial, dammit!”

“No, you’re an animal, aren’t you? A bitch in heat! Don’t worry, I don’t think any less of you.”

Incon added a bit of elevation to the mix by scooping up Aela’s hips and tugging them against him. He felt as if he could reach the roof of her cunt, perhaps that illustrious and evasive spot that drove women wild. Judging from the yelp of pleasure and the way Aela bit her lip afterward, it seemed that he was scraping along just fine. Even more, Aela actively churned her hips upon Incon’s thrusts to take him deeper. Her inner walls trembled and squeezed around Incon’s cock once more, begging for another load that Incon was happy to oblige.

Another heavy batch of baby batter poured into Aela’s womb and smeared the walls of her cunt as she writhed and moaned in the throes of what felt to be her third or fourth orgasm. Incon pulled out, dick still as hard as ever and dripping with the woman’s juices, and barked out an order.

“Rollover and shove your ass up in the air.”

Panting and twitching, Aela obeyed without a second thought. Cum dribbled from her pussy and her auburn hair was a right mess, yet still, she wanted more. She gazed over her shoulder and saw Incon’s glistening cock standing tall and proud for another bout, yet he made no further moves. Anxious, Aela shook her ass and pressed back against Incon to smother his cock. She mewled and kept prodding the man until she noticed the devious gleam in his burning eyes. It was as if Sanguine himself was glaring down at her, yet there was no fear; only fervent desire.

“You want it that bad, huh? You really are a bitch in heat,” Incon chuckled. He smacked one of Aela’s pale asscheeks and drank in her surprised yip. “Figures for a werewolf. I bet you’re a pretty kinky slut, too. If that’s the case, then…”

Instead of sliding back into that hot pink sanctum once again, Incon shot higher. He teased the puckered star of Aela’s asshole with the head of his cock for a moment, prodding and rubbing before eventually pushing inside. Aela’s cunt was a tight, beautiful thing, but her asshole was on another level. The Huntress groaned and grunted at the penetration, body pressed tighter against the rocks as Incon slid deeper inside her. Though it was just a little uncomfortable, there was no pain. On the contrary, the big, hot rod deep in her guts was nothing short of nirvana!

“Aaugh…! Y-you bastard,” Aela grumbled through a toothy grin. “H-how’d you know-”

“What, you being a werewolf? I know a lot of things, Aela,” Incon purred as he pulled out to the very tip. He kept Aela in suspense for a second or two before shoving himself back in, and deep enough to make the proud Nord gasp and claw at the rock beneath her. “Most importantly, I know how to make a babe like you cum over and over!”

It was harder going, but Incon was determined to break in Aela’s ass. He knew that she could take any abuse levied her way, and so to that end, he upped the ante by smacking her ass every once in a while. The wet, heavy ‘whaps’ of palm against cheek echoed across the spring. They were far more prominent than Aela’s raspy moans that, by the time red marks were beginning to form across her pale ass, she began to plead with Incon. If those hunters in the opposite pool heard them, then Aela’s life as she knew it would be over!

“It’s nowhere near as loud as your moaning,” Incon countered as he laid one final smack upon his new prize’s ass. He steadied himself above her and, like a jackhammer, he barreled down against her with quick, powerful thrusts. “It’s almost as if you… as if you want people to notice! That’s it, huh? You want an audience to watch you get dominated, right?”

Aela let out a gurgle of pleasured agony as her ass was hollowed out by Incon’s heavy cock. Unlike before, there was nothing that she could do. She was mere prey under a predator’s influence; the hunter had become the hunted! Her pussy, so wet and hot, burned with desire, but the piston of Incon’s cock kept her hands from offering relief. Aela could feel the man tighten up as his balls smacked against the jewel of her clit again and again until the end came in a powerful climax. Another thick load was blasted into her, and so much in fact that, when Incon eventually pulled out, the white goo bubbled and trickled out from her raw hole.

A few creampies just wouldn’t cut it. Incon wasn’t finished with Aela; not by a long shot. He scooped her up and brought her back into the steaming sulfur waters without a fuss. The proud Nord seemed exhausted at first, but when she felt Incon’s cock pressing against her thigh she perked up and lifted a leg to hook it around Incon’s backside. There was still plenty of fire in those eyes; she was a wild beast in heat, after all. Using the buoyancy of the water, Incon grasped Aela’s thighs, helped her up so she could dock against him, then he speared her twat and went back to what he did best.

“I could fuck you for days on end,” Incon growled as his lips trailed up her neck. He peppered her sensitive skin with quick kisses, then, as he hilted deep inside her, he neared her lips. “C’mon, show me how proud Nord women kiss.”

Aela was in no position to deny Incon, and besides, she wanted to know if he was a good kisser! The lad’s lips descended upon her own and claimed them with deep, passionate fury. Mashing, smacking, and tasting, Incon did battle with Aela. He picked up a few tricks from Adara, namely lingering kisses to the bottom lip and less teasing and far more forceful tongue tricks. Flicking and probing, Incon slid against her teeth, then sighed in ecstasy as Aela met him with her wet tongue. She bucked her hips and chirped as the tongue made short work of her, dominating her mouth just the same as the cock plunging her depths.

The waters churned and rippled around the two as they fucked without a care in the world. No longer did Aela seem to care about the hunters nearby, and neither did she put a damper on her moans. With each expert thrust and passionate grope of her ass, the proud Nord would whimper and mewl, or let out long, low moans of rapture. In hindsight, there was no threat of discovery for Incon and Aela, as the former had made the barrier from before soundproof as well. They were practically in their own little world, but here Incon was king, and with each needy thrust, tender kiss, and heavy-handed grope, he made sure that Aela knew it.

Once Aela fully locked her legs behind Incon’s hips, he dialed up the passion and hit Aela hard. His thrusts were heavy, long, and powerful. He felt arms drape over his shoulders and hold on for dear life while the woman impaled around him mewled and moaned for him to keep going. His release was close, and so too was hers. Plunging deeper and deeper inside, Incon finally pressed against the Nord’s sensitive cervix and, with her inner walls convulsing and squeezing tight around him, he blew his most powerful load yet.

Aela shrieked as her climax hit her in full force. She twitched and shivered as wet, viscous heat poured into her, and still, she kept cumming. Her vision flashed white; it became so hard to think! Incon was like a backed-up hose inside her tender cunt, and it seemed that he’d never stop pumping her full. But eventually, the stream had to come to an end. Incon wasn’t at fault; Aela just brought out a wild side of him that felt so good to unleash!

With the Nord panting and whimpering in his hold, Incon decided to give her a few minutes to get herself back in order. He fussed over her, kissing her cheeks and massaging her back while directing himself onto a raised, smooth rock in the water for relief. He chuckled at the subtle stream of cum that pooled from their conjoining before it dissipated in the water. An ordinary man would have been riddled with exhaustion, or worse, completely drained, but Incon had a borderline absurd libido and plenty of stamina. He’d be a poor harem master if he tuckered out after a few rounds!

After that small period of rest, Aela was ready and raring to go for another few rounds. Her hips and thighs were sore, but it was a good kind of pain that she appreciated. She found herself in the same position that she started in; straddling Incon in the water and impaled upon his thick cock just as before. Incon watched her dance and bounce atop him with a reserved, content smile on his face, happy to let her have her fun. He reached up and supported her breasts, idly squeezing or playing with them as she went along.

It was a nice, sensual session this time around, and that suited Incon just fine.

“You’re a pretty amazing woman, Aela,” Incon sighed. He leaned in and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth for a moment, flicking it about with his tongue, before letting it ‘pop’ free. “Mmh… How’d you like to come stay with me? I have a big place. Plenty of rooms, plenty of beds. I meant it when I said that I could fuck you for days on end.”

“I… Ah, it sounds so nice,” Aela purred, her swaying as rhythmic as it was thorough. “B-but my things, I’d have to-”

“What, your clothes? Baby, with a body like this, why would you ever want to hide it?” Incon ran his hands over Aela’s hips and shook his head. “I’m joking. But don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of your things. I work fast,” he added as he snapped his fingers.

The Nord’s eyes widened when she noticed her Skyforge Steel sword and a few other personal bits and baubles appeared on a nearby rock. Incon must be some powerful being in her eyes, something far greater than any mere Daedra. Straddling his lap, riding his cock, feeling his seed heat up her trembling folds… It all put things in perspective. That kind of power was intoxicating to someone like Aela! She could hardly say no, but it wasn’t like that was an option to begin with!

“Wow… Okay, I accept. I’m going to put you to the test, Incon,” Aela playfully growled.

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“Mmmh… hm?”

Normally Incon expected his alarm to wake him up in the mornings, but everything changed once he gained his powers. He opened his eyes and gazed downward, and there staring back up at him were the sharp green eyes of a strong Nord woman, Aela the Huntress. Soft, rosy lips were wound tight around Incon’s hard, erect cock as she bobbed up and down. The morning light glinted off of the glistening saliva coating Incon’s shaft while a fair bit had dribbled over his heavy balls, of which were stroked, grasped, and squeezed by Aela throughout her ministrations. Needless to say, a blowjob first thing in the morning was just about any man’s dream!

“Oh, hey,” Incon groggily replied with a smile. He reached out to rub Aela’s head and brush her auburn hair, much to her embarrassment. “Well, this is nice! Though… were you not satisfied yesterday night?”

Aela pulled herself off of Incon’s cock with a dull, slick ‘smack’ of her lips.

“Bah, it’s not like that,” she grumbled as she shook her head. “Your dick was getting hard in your sleep, and I was already up, so…”

“Taking care of my morning wood, huh? That’s awesome, Aela, thank you!”

Even if Incon hadn’t woken up hard, just the sight of the naked Nord woman licking and kissing near his crotch would have brought him to attention. He had chosen well in picking Aela and foresaw plenty of hot, steamy nights fucking in just about every position imaginable, and wherever he could fit her. 

His thoughts then drifted to yesterday’s lovely evening he had with Aela and Adara the sprite, and he chuckled with glee when the memory made his cock twitch inside the Nord’s warm, wet mouth. Once Aela had settled in Incon’s large mansion, she was introduced to Adara during a lavish dinner that culminated in a passionate threesome. Incon relished their moans of rapture and remembered fucking them one after another, giving service to one atop his face while the other rode his cock or simply fucking them both at once. Aela and Adara were receptive to the idea of being locked in a tight embrace as Incon thrust between them, and as their climax drew near, Incon caught the two of them making out without issue.

What good was a harem if his girls didn’t get along? And besides, in the rare cases when Incon wasn’t in a giving mood, he would undoubtedly appreciate them giving him a good show. Speaking of the harem, just two women didn’t make for a very impressive one. Incon put his mind to the next girl, but he wasn’t keen on getting another from a fantasy world so soon. Aela and Adara were great, but variety was the spice of life. He figured that the wonderful world of science fiction with its skin-tight bodysuits and exotic tech would be the perfect place to find another babe for his collection.

Just as he was about to narrow down one of the universes Incon was jostled out of his inner thoughts by Adara’s awakening. The nubile sprite had been sleeping peacefully nearby until just then. Like Aela, she too was as naked as the day she was born, and still a sight for Incon to enjoy. Adara batted her green eyes at Incon and, with a yawn and a ‘good morning’ to start her day, she shifted out from the sheets and rose to kiss her lover. It was a prolonged one complete with a bit of tongue as befitting a mischievous little minx like Adara.

“Mmph! And good morning to you too, Adara,” Incon purred once the two parted to breathe. He hissed and twitched, feeling Aela vying for his attention as her tongue slid around the undersides of his glans. “Ooh, jeez… I’ll give you a good morning real soon, Aela, if you keep that up!”

Needing an extra push to get ready for the day, Incon pulled Adara closer and treated himself to her plush, creamy tits. His lips clamped tight around a puffy nipple while his free hand molested the other. In the corner of his eye, he could see the faint marks of his teeth and even a subtle hickey there on Adara’s impeccable breasts, likely from the chaotic fun last night. Incon worried that Adara would be embarrassed or irritated, but when he looked up he only saw her face melting with pleasure as his fingers teased and pulled at her nipple.

As Aela brought his cock closer and closer to bursting and Adara stroked his hair throughout his suckling and motorboating, Incon figured that his next girl could wait.

Within the Tron system, or more specifically The Grid, there was a wide assortment of venues where one could let loose and party, or perhaps find that special someone. Cafes and bars were always popular places to frequent, yet most programs could be found mingling with exotic programs at cabarets and nightclubs. These places represented the best of The Grid where the drinks were cold, the company was warm and the mood electric. Even after the Clu AI took control of the system and cast a metaphorical shadow over the metropolis, a nightclub still served as a place where programs could unwind. One such nightclub attracted a one-of-a-kind patron, one that Incon had his eye on.

Bypassing all the digitizing and jumping through hoops just to become a certified user thanks to his power, Incon felt on top of the world as he waltzed into ‘Club Eclipse’. Unlike the cold and imposing architecture found in much of The Grid, the club’s interior was warm and comforting with sleek, ultra-modern, and inviting furniture and decorations. Dressed in the bodysuit and armor as most others in this digital paradise, Incon at least personalized it with a bit of glowing gold circuitry, though he figured that he’d stand out regardless with his white hair and tanned skin. Even now he had eyes upon him; some programs spoke in hushed tones and avoided his gaze, fearing that Incon was a system admin here to ruin the fun while others stared for a time in curiosity before getting back to their drinks and company.

Sitting at the bar all to herself was a young woman clad in black armor with white circuitry arching over her limbs. She had black hair in a bob cut, a thin yet alluring frame, and bright, inquisitive blue eyes focused on Incon, perhaps more so than the other programs. At first glance, she seemed nothing more than another program, but Incon knew better. He caught her looking and offered her a smile, and from there the game was on.

“Heya. Mind if I take a seat right here?”

“Feel free. Everyone’s welcome,” the young woman replied with a smile of her own.

“Yeah, I figured, but personal space, you know? Can’t just dive in anywhere,” Incon said with a nod, already dialing up his natural charm. He slid onto a stool and waved away the bartender program before any propositions could be popped. “So, Quorra, right?”

The woman paused at the name before turning to look right at Incon with a drink in hand.

“Yes, that’s right. How… how do you know me? Have we met before? I’m sorry, I think I would have remembered someone with your hair.”

“Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. You can call me Incon. I just have a knack for remembering good-looking ladies like you.”

“But we’ve never…” Quorra’s voice trailed off as she gazed harder at the golden circuitry lacing Incon’s armor. Then, in a polite yet wary tone, she continued. “Is there anything I can help you with, Incon?”

“In a manner of speaking, absolutely.”

Though most programs in the club were partnered up, engrossed in their activities, or dancing up a storm with the lively programs on the dance floor, there was always the chance someone could be listening in. As simple as they seemed, even the programs could be deceiving, let alone serving as agents of Clu. Utilizing the same kind of power showcased during his wooing of Aela, Incon enabled a muffling field around him and Quorra. Though they would still be seen, Incon would enjoy the security of not being eavesdropped on. After all, he wanted Quorra all to himself.

The ivory-haired lad leaned in close and whispered.

“You’re a very unique program, you know. Organic and spontaneous. One of a kind, even.” Incon watched as Quorra’s face fell and her eyes widened. It was like looking at a doe caught in a car’s headlights. “And I know that I’m not the only one who thinks so. Don’t worry, I’m not an enemy. I actually want to help.”

“You… You want to help?”

“Yes, Quorra. I want to help.”

Quorra glanced around for a moment, then she nodded.

“Okay. Then let’s talk more in private. Follow me.”

“By all means, lead the way,” Incon replied with a sly smile.

Incon was confident that no one would bother him or Quorra. His powers had done their job in obfuscating their conversation, so if any of Clu’s spies were around, they’d be none the wiser. He followed Quorra out of the bar and down an alley, then beneath a building through a basement entrance. Perhaps this building had served as a spa in another time, for Incon could make out sleek, cushioned slabs and concealing partitions along with now-defunct fountains and soft lighting. Then again, no matter how they appeared, programs weren’t human, so it could very well have been a scanning facility.

There wasn’t much opportunity to ask, for soon Incon found himself at the business end of Quorra’s dangerously sharp identity disc. The young woman held it close to Incon’s throat at arm’s length like a skilled assassin, and yet her arm trembled, and her stoicism had given way to an anxious and confused expression. From the very moment Incon had gotten close enough to Quorra, he had put his aura to work. A normal human woman would have felt their heart beating faster, their sensitivity skyrocket, and their loins ache, but again, Quorra wasn’t a mere human. The isomorphic algorithm, or ISO, couldn’t ignore the young man’s strange effect on her code any longer.

“Woah, easy,” Incon gasped as he raised his hands.

“Stay right where you are, Incon, if that is your real name. How do you know what I am, how do you know about Flynn, and… and how do you know everything?”

After dealing with Adara and Aela, Incon was much more proficient with his aura. He concentrated and drew upon his power, dialing it up to eleven. Like a blast of humid air on a warm summer’s day, Quorra felt her body heat up in an instant. She wavered where she stood as her code went through a myriad of chaotic changes, most of which were centered around her core, torso, and groin. Even now the area in and around her crotch was abuzz with activity; it was such an alien, intriguing sensation that Quorra couldn’t bear to concentrate. She fell to her knees and dropped her identity disc as her chest heaved.

“Mnngh… W-what the… What did you do to me?” Quorra asked, her blue eyes misty and lips pursed in confusion. Her arm slid over her armored breasts while her other hand roamed over her covered crotch. “My body is… it’s overheating? But how?”

Incon reached down to pick up Quorra’s sharp identity disc and held it close like a priceless heirloom. Compared to Aela and Adara, Quorra was much more difficult. He couldn’t just pluck her from this world, not when Flynn, her master, was still here in The Grid in exile. Certainly, he could reprogram Quorra or wipe her memory, but that was too insidious for Incon’s liking. The young man figured that he wanted an adventure, but more than that, he wanted to earn Quorra’s loyalty. 

“So, let’s go over what you want, whether you know it or not,” Incon said as he stood over Quorra. “You want to derez Clu, free Tron, and open up the portal for Kevin Flynn, right?”

“Free Tr- But... but he was derezed by-”

“Rinzler,” Incon stated with a nod, cutting Quorra short.

Quorra paused and Incon saw the gears turning in her head until things clicked together. Her eyes lit up, then they narrowed in determination before focusing back on Incon.

“What would you want in return?” she asked, her lithe frame twitching with anticipation.

“I want you, Quorra.” Before the woman could protest, Incon cut her off at the pass. “I’ll take you from The Grid and you’ll be able to see the sunset for real, among so many other things. But more than seeing things, you’ll get to experience a lot of stuff too. As for Flynn, I’ll personally guarantee that he’ll get home safely. Quorra, you’ll have my word.”

“Then… Then I accept,” Quorra replied with a nod. “I’m not too keen on being your servant or slave, but if it means that Flynn gets to live and leave, then so be it.”

Incon offered Quorra her identity disc back and watched in glee as her blushing face focused on it with wide, surprised eyes.

“Who said anything about a servant?” Incon replied with a chuckle. “For as long as you stay with me, I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll never want to leave.” As Quorra replaced her identity disc, Incon reached over and brushed his hand against her pale cheek. Her blush intensified, but more than that, she shivered and leaned into the young man’s touch as if she had been starved for affection her entire life. “How about I show you? Right here, right now? All you have to do is make your armor disappear, and I’ll do the rest.”

The ISO had never felt like this before in her entire existence, and though she had been caught off guard and felt disadvantaged, Quorra was curious to see how it would all play out. Her body yearned for more! She nodded and brushed her hand against her shoulder for an unseen mechanism before her armor and bodysuit started to disappear. Voxels poured out of her armor and faded like ash in the wind until the ISO was completely nude. Incon did the same with his armor, though his attention was focused more on Quorra.

Despite being an ISO, Quorra’s body was exactly like a human’s. Her thin, athletic frame was smooth and free from scars and blemishes like a well-cut slab of marble. Hips were somewhat wide and her ass seemed well-rounded and plush, as befitting for a rider. As the last of the voxels faded away, Quorra’s uncovered breasts rolled to a stop and caught her attention. Those ruby red lips drew up in an intrigued pout, her blue eyes entranced by the soft pink nipples erect atop her pearlescent pillows for a moment before glancing back up at Incon.

“Wow… You really are pretty,” Incon gasped. He offered his hand to Quorra and beamed when she took it to stand up. “I’m guessing you never experimented with your own body.”

“My body’s never reacted like this before,” the raven-haired woman replied.

“Oh? Well, let me treat you!”

“Huh?”

Pressing forward like the fine young go-getter that he was, Incon grabbed Quorra by the shoulders and kissed her. His aura had done plenty of work getting her ready for his touch, so now all he had to do was put on the moves. To his glee, Quorra melted into his hold and reciprocated his kiss with a soft sigh. She was a total novice; pleasure like this was alien to her, and yet befitting the nature of an ISO, she knew how to adapt. The hold on her shoulders drifted down to wrap around her back, then to her hips, and finally to her ass. Again Incon was delighted when Quorra took it in stride and mewled into his kiss.

Moving towards one of those raised, cushioned slabs in the room, Incon broke the kiss and held Quorra against him as he leaned back. He turned her around and grasped one of her soft breasts while his other hand dipped down to her pussy. Caressing a breast in one hand, squeezing and rubbing the pale skin and sensitive nerves beneath, Incon also started to stroke and tease the soft pink petals of her pussy. She was warm and wet down there, and eager to see where this all went. Quorra shook her hips and ground her ass against Incon’s crotch as she too experimented; whatever that stiff, twitching thing between Incon’s legs was, she couldn’t deny that her body yearned for it.

For a time Incon was content to keep rubbing at Quorra’s slit, but feeling her ass rubbing against his cock forced his hand. He dipped his face into her neck and kissed the sensitive areas there while his fingers dipped inside. A moan slipped past Quorra’s lips. At first, Incon just prodded and teased, then he went deeper, stroking those quivering inner walls while his other hand continued to squeeze a perky breast. His fingers curled around a stiffening nipple and gave it a cheeky pull and tweak for good measure, too.

“You’re so hot and wet inside, Quorra. I feel like you could suck on my fingers with how tight you’re gripping me,” Incon purred. He pulled his hand away from the ISO’s pussy and, brushing against his tongue, he savored the taste. “I’m going to have to loosen you up a bit more. Go on, take a seat right here.”

Incon would pride himself on being a master who took good care of his women, and that meant being able to pleasure them beyond merely shoving a cock up their pussy and having a field day. He helped Quorra onto the cushioned slab, spread her legs, and got between her thighs. For the raven-haired ISO, all she could see was Incon’s mop of ivory hair before her vision flashed white. Incon had flicked his tongue against Quorra’s clit, but the stimulation was only just beginning. He lathered that pink jewel for a moment longer before lapping at her outer folds, then he stabbed inside and let his tongue go wild.

“Aaah! Oh, oh goodness, th-that’s… Haah…!”

Quorra squirmed under Incon’s tongue assault and squeezed her thighs tight around his head, yet still, he kept eating her out, and with much more gusto. His tongue swirled around her inner walls and touched the ultra-sensitive nerves locked away while lapping up her juices, plenty of which dribbled down his chin. Sensing that Quorra was already close, he pulled his tongue away and latched into her clit with his lips, kissing and suckling as if it was a nipple. It was too much for Quorra to bear any longer; she recoiled, cried out, and moaned as a strong orgasm tore through her body and made her spine tingle before she was left a sweating, panting mess.

“I’m guessing that felt really good, huh?”

“Uh… Uh-huh.” Quorra leaned back and struggled to catch her breath while Incon rose and wiped his lips. She struggled to meet his gaze, for instead, she stared at the heavy hammer standing proud between his legs. “S-so what’s next?”

“Well, how about some hardware integration?” Incon chuckled.

Pun aside, Quorra nodded and reached out for Incon to grab hold of her. The two moved away from the slab and up against a wall with Quorra’s back against it. With some prodding, Quorra lifted one leg and hooked it around Incon’s hips as he drew near with his cock in hand. Thank goodness that the ISO was fit and flexible enough to hold this standing position! Staring into her eyes and feeling her damp entrance at the tip of his cock, Incon slowly pushed in, spearing and smothering himself deep inside her. 

A kind of electric shock shot up Incon’s spine as he bottomed out inside Quorra. She was a virgin, but there was no hymen; ISOs sure were intriguing! Meanwhile, Quorra gasped and clung to Incon’s shoulders as her hips gave way and brought her further down upon his great, stiff cock. As Incon expected, Quorra was tight, but also as wet as an otter’s pocket, and by god did that make it a delight to rut. As he surged up into her he could feel her pussy clench and tremble around his cock while Quorra herself mewled, gasped, and squeezed his shoulders. 

At times Incon was close enough to feel those stiff nipples of hers grind against his taut chest as her breasts bounced, and being a glutton for pleasure, he couldn’t resist grabbing hold of one even as he bucked his hips.

“Jeez, Quorra… You’re a natural at this,” Incon observed with a grin. He paused in his ministrations and watched as Quorra drove herself against him again and again, following the rhythm he had steadily built up. “And a quick learner! Guess you wanna cum again, huh?”

“Huh? Come again?”

“Yeah! You know, when you felt so good back when I was eating you out? You looked so cute and happy,” Incon replied, picking up where he left off. He grasped Quorra’s hips and held her steady while he thrust up into her cunt. “I’ll help you cum even more. That’s what you can expect while living with me. Sounds good, huh?”

“Oooh… Y-yes, please,” Quorra cooed, her icy blue eyes somewhat glazed and unfocused as she tried to picture it all in her head.

Again and again, Incon thrust against Quorra and drank in her sweet moans of rapture. He wanted to keep going, but after feeling her legs quiver and knees buckle, he decided to change the position. Taking Quorra to the floor, Incon laid her on her back and loomed over her as he dug his hips down against her. The ISO once again grasped at Incon’s shoulders for support, but now she could lock her legs up and around his hips, thus opening her legs wider for his thrusts. Of course, Incon took full advantage of this; barreling down into her twitching, wet pussy with his hard, hot cock would never lose its appeal in his eyes.

Incon’s dominating strokes were so forceful and powerful that Quorra recoiled with each one. Her breasts bounced and swayed like the ebb and flow of stormy waters while her moans and whimpers poured from her lips like the verses of a passionate song. Capturing those lips for himself, Incon moaned into Quorra’s mouth as he kissed her deeply. He felt her tensing up beneath him, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock, and held on for a moment longer until she could take no more. As the ISO arched her back and howled in rapture with another powerful orgasm, Incon buried himself as deep as he could inside her twitching passage and laid his claim inside her with a thick, hearty load of hot cum.

“Aaah! It feels so good, I can’t…!”

The white-haired lad held Quorra tight and soothed her through her orgasm even as he idly pumped inside her. When she recovered, Incon decided that she was good and horny enough to take the lead. After all, if his aura made women weak at the knees and his mere touch got them all hot and bothered, then surely his cum had some effect to keep them going in bed, at least until their bodies gave out. He persuaded her to climb atop him in a cowgirl position and, once she was secure, she grasped his cock and angled it against her pussy. Quorra didn’t hesitate; she helped the tip slip inside before easing her hips down, reintegrating herself with Incon.

“S-so this is sex, huh? It’s… it’s so fun!” Quorra mewled, already grinding her hips against Incon’s own as she swayed back and forth. She giggled and blushed a little harder as Incon grasped her wrists to hold her steady only for the two of them to interlock fingers. “It’s kind of like… exercising!”

“Well if you like this that much, then lemme tell ya, we’re both going to be in great shape,” Incon replied with a hearty laugh.

Indeed, Quorra was a quick learner. She knew what felt good and what didn’t, and as she bounced atop Incon’s cock she soon understood what made him feel good as well. Rocking back and forth, swaying side to side, grinding and bouncing, Quorra experimented until she found the right rhythm. Incon, too, helped her along with subtle nudges while he sang her praises and encouraged her. Occasionally Incon broke away from holding Quorra’s hands to instead hold and squeeze her breasts, which didn’t fail to make the ISO squeal, squirm and giggle in that order.

Another creampie was answered by another change in position. Incon put Quorra on her side, lifted her leg, and delved back into that cum-filled pussy for a third round. She whined that she couldn’t take anymore, yet the weary smile on her face proved that she could. Incon lost track of time; teaching Quorra all about the wonders of sex had been such a delight! After rutting on the side, there came the tried and true doggystyle with Quorra clawing at the floor and moaning like a beast in heat, then others. It was all a blissful blur punctuated with the occasional orgasm and creampie until the final climax begged for the two to finally come down from their debaucherous highs.

When all was said and done, Incon sat atop one of the slabs with his cock and balls in Quorra’s care. Cum dribbled from her raw pussy, yet all she was concerned about was giving Incon’s jewels their due polishing. She kissed and sucked at one of his large balls while her hand idly jerked and stroked the stiff shaft trembling atop them. Her soft ruby red lips and slick, warm tongue were much appreciated like a soothing balm, at least until Quorra rose and took Incon’s cock into her mouth. She massaged those saliva-coated balls and bobbed her head back and forth, caressing that twitching cock with her tongue as she went.

“Mmphh!”

The last load of cum for the time being shot against the back of Quorra’s throat as Incon came once more. He held her in place, forcing her to take in all of his seed until he was finished. Pulling away, Incon looked on in wonder as the ISO swallowed what remained before offering a tired, drunken grin.

“Oh… oh wow,” Incon panted, his burning brown eyes alight with glee. “I’m going to have so much fun training you… Ah, but we should really… ah, get going.”

“Huh?” Quorra grunted, blinking.

“I promised I’d help, right? Well, let’s get to it! Then we’ll get back to having as much fun as possible!”

Adara and Aela were delighted to meet Quorra once she arrived back at the mansion. They had made themselves useful in Incon’s absence by cleaning up the bedroom and getting it ready for the next night of passion, and as such, they were eager to drag the young stud in with the prospect of a hot, wild foursome. Incon was all for it, though he proposed having a feast beforehand so they had plenty of stamina to expend. Before that, however, Incon turned to a nearby wall, willed forth a display plaque, and hung up a black identity disc with golden yellow circuitry.

Needless to say, Clu wouldn’t be bothering anyone ever again.

“Talk about a fitting end for a less-than-laudable life,” he chuckled to himself. He turned back to his girls and clasped his hands. “Alright, ladies… let’s eat!”

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Only a few days had passed since Incon had picked up Quorra, but to him, they felt like many wondrous months. The Tron vixen was a naive delight who brightened up his days like a warm sun; one forever destined to rise every morning just for him. If she wasn’t cuddling up against the tanned adonis Incon had made himself to be, she would be found soaking in as much knowledge as she could get her hands on. Whether within the pages of old tomes or snug on a plush couch before a massive, crystal-clear television, Quorra was as happy as can be. And make no mistake, it tickled Incon pink to hear what she had learned each new day. Aela and Adara could certainly attest to that; just about every morning, afternoon, and evening had Quorra gushing over her findings.

That said, while the three girls did their best to attend to their master, Incon was far too much for them to handle on their own, especially given Quorra’s naivety. Incon was well aware of this and encouraged his harem to rest for the day. Aela somehow found the strength to train with her sword and practice her marksmanship. Adara, ever the curious sprite, took up a book recommended to her by Quorra. As for the ex-Tron resident, she once again sprawled out in the mansion’s theater room in her small clothes, this time with 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea primed and ready to blow her mind. 

Yes, three girls were simply not enough to sate Incon’s desires, and he wouldn’t dare put too much on them. What he needed was another member to add to his harem, and like Adara, this particular babe would be another blast from the past. He kissed his girls goodbye and stepped into a portal of his creation, set not for a place of fantasy like Skyrim or somewhere sci-fi like Tron, but a place just as perilous: New Jersey.

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One would think that a giant mecha robot loaded with awesome weapons would be treated with grace and care, but after yet another smoldering series of ruins and millions of dollars worth of property damage, Kiva Andru was beginning to think that the damned thing ought to be sealed away forever. It wasn’t its fault, of course. The Megas XLR was a tool that could do plenty of good in the right hands. Kiva, serving as its original pilot, would never have dreamed of using it for personal gain, let alone being so careless as to cause collateral damage. But, long story short, it wasn’t her mecha anymore.

Instead, the Megas XLR now only danced to the chaotic tune of an infuriating, knuckle-dragging neanderthal named Coop, and sound, logical thinking wasn’t part of his repertoire.

“That’s fine. I didn’t want to go to the Museum of Natural History today anyway. Just destroy it all and say the dinosaur skeletons did it. Very classy, Coop. Very classy.”

As Jersey clean-up crews once again dashed into action with beaming smiles on their faces, grateful to Coop for helping them get their children into college, Kiva sulked away from the dust and debris with the day’s only saving grace biting into her hand. At first, she had written off these Mega Slush drinks as primitive and inferior to what her people in the future had, but one taste of a Stratospheric Strawberry Slime opened her eyes. Like Coop and Jamie, Kiva had turned into a loyal patron of the Mega Slush, and here under the sweltering heat and stressed from all the chaos, she was determined to complete the thirst-quenching package. She would leave the fallout to those two boneheads while she treated herself to a nice, relaxing massage.

“As if I could up and leave knowing that these savages haven’t matured much,” Kiva grumbled under her breath. “At least all of Earth’s problems will be its own once again, what with those things out of the picture, but still…” She passed by a heap of rubble that was blocking a roadway filled with angry motorists and shook her head. “I oughta make sure there’s a future to go back to!”

Kiva soon arrived at a secluded strip mall that was fortunately far, far away from Coop and Jamie’s usual watering holes. There were the usual oddities like thrift shops, general stores, and an oriental buffet, but all Kiva cared about was a quaint little massage parlor that had eased her stress several times in the past. The staff was quick and attentive; Kiva knew them by name and admired their professionalism. She tossed her spent Mega Slush in the trash and checked herself into a private room after money changed hands.

“Make yourself as comfortable as you like,” a kindly old lady encouraged Kiva from the hallway.  “Someone will be with you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you very much. Sorry about just walking in,” Kiva replied with a smile.

“It’s not a problem at all! We are always happy to have you!”

It was a small room, but the gentle warmth and comfortable massage table only made it cozier. Potted plants and fine drapery decorated the room while subtle aromas wafted to and fro. Kiva took a deep breath and felt at peace already. She shut the door behind her and went about getting out of her tight and stifling modern-day clothing, confident that this massage parlor would exceed her expectations just as always.

Kiva was a woman who put plenty of effort into calisthenics, and it showed. Biceps, quads, abdominals- The redhead trained just about every part of her body. She had to; in her future, threats could come without any notice. Her diligence never wavered, not even when she made the jump to the past. Kiva had hoped that Coop and Jamie, or at least one of them, would take an interest in exercise, but they never did. A shame, really, for Kiva’s uncovered body was a sight to behold.

Beautiful tanned skin, long legs, full breasts the likes of which men desired and women envied, striking red hair, and a comely face with piercing green eyes helped paint the picture that was Kiva Andru. She placed her clothes off to the side and slid onto the massage table with her head resting on her arms. There was a specialist that she preferred, a young Asian woman who was either interested in where she came from or simply humored her whenever the future came up. Either way, Kiva enjoyed her company, and more so her nimble fingers.

Que her surprise when someone entered her room, and it wasn’t Kiva’s usual specialist.

“Huh? Is Taki not in today?”

“No, she’s here, but she sent me to take care of you.” A young man with dark, tanned skin and ashen hair greeted her with a smile. “I’m Incon. I just started working here today.”

Technically Incon was telling the truth. He knew that Kiva would come to this massage parlor and so he used his powers to persuade the staff that he worked there. What’s more, with his godly aura at his beck and call, he put it in Kiva’s mind that there was nothing to worry about. In a few seconds, the nervousness written on the woman’s face soon faded into acceptance. For her, Incon was just another worker there at the parlor and a good-looking one at that. Cheating or fair play, Incon had no qualms about using his powers to get what he wanted.

Incon placed a ward within this private room to keep eavesdroppers at bay, but also to set the mood. With a wave of his hand, the lighting grew dim and cozy while tranquil vapors danced along the walls and ceiling. Kiva didn’t question it; Incon’s aura had eased all suspicion.

“So, Kiva, right? Shall we get started?”

“Yes, please,” Kiva replied, her head falling to her arms once again as she rested atop the table. “I’ve been needing this massage for weeks, maybe months.”

“I’m here to wash all your worries away. Take some deep breaths and just relax.”

Standing above Kiva’s prone, athletic body, Incon went to work. He had some experience massaging his women, namely Aela who was a stickler for calisthenics, so he wasn’t heading into this business blind. His hands went right for Kiva’s backside and kneaded deep into her skin. There were a plethora of nerves hidden there, but most important were the muscles that needed some love. He pushed and surged forward, squeezing skin wherever he could, and doing his best to ease any tension and eradicate any knots he came across.

Make no mistake, Incon was a novice at this delicate art, but what he lacked in skill he made up for with enthusiasm and raw vigor. And of course, he had his aura to help him along. Through his powers, a simple pat on the back could turn into a soothing touch that reached deep into tired tissue and reinvigorated it. Incon could ‘cheat’ as much as he pleased, even going so far as to make Kiva his own with a snap of his fingers, but he knew how to strike a fine balance between fantasy and honest, hard work. 

The lad’s hands rose to Kiva’s shoulders and kneaded there as she cooed beneath him.

“Ah, thank goodness,” she whispered.

“You’re awfully tense. I get the feeling that you’ve got a lot on your mind, let alone your shoulders.”

“Please, I don’t even want to think of those two neanderthals right now. This… Mhm… This is my time.”

Incon smiled as Kiva closed her eyes and drank in the sensations. He put more gusto into his ministrations, his fingers probing muscles and nerves while the texture of his palms dug into silky-smooth skin and gave them a fair bit of love. For a time he tried to remain professional, to be a simple masseur, but there was only so much restraint Incon was willing to show. After giving care to those tired shoulders, arms, and her upper back, Incon dipped lower and poured his attention into her lower back. A bit of weight here and there would dislodge knots and ease some muscle tension, though Incon was more focused on Kiva’s ass.

He couldn’t help himself. Incon’s fingers swept over the soft, plush skin of Kiva’s ass once, twice, then again before dipping in for a squeeze. His aura helped calm Kiva’s temper before it could flare up, and so for all she knew, this was just part of the massage. She flicked her green eyes up at him for a moment before dropping her head back to her arms with a coy smile. Again Incon helped himself to a squeeze, growing bolder with his fingers dragging across that supple skin as if he were gliding across fine, warm sand.

Pulling back, Incon reached for a bottle of exotic oil that would help to excite the skin. He lathered Kiva’s tanned skin and beamed when she wiggled her toes and let out another coo of relief. From the back of her neck to the soles of her feet, Incon massaged the oil wherever he went until Kiva’s backside glimmered in the dim light. Not only was the oil invigorating, but it also made Kiva’s skin much more sensitive, making another cheeky squeeze of her ass all the more pleasurable. Plus it had a nice smell; citrus, something that was bound to be in short supply in Kiva’s bleak future.

“Something you like?” Kiva purred with an arch of her brows.

“It’s so hard to pick one thing in particular,” Incon replied. “But uh, never mind that. Could I get you to roll over onto your back? It’s time to get your front.”

Kiva rolled her eyes and huffed, but it was all just an act. She rolled over onto her back and again rested her head upon her arms, her body sprawled out and open for Incon to do as he pleased. More oil was lathered into Kiva’s skin from the base of her neck down to her toes. For a time Incon didn’t focus on any particular area; he was determined to get Kiva’s body smothered with the oil first. But when he stepped back to admire his work, to gaze upon this redhead’s impeccable body, his eyes were drawn to those tantalizing breasts that seemed to call out for his touch.

Still having his aura do much of the heavy lifting, Incon took the plunge and grasped those pillowy breasts with both hands. Kiva hissed at the lad’s touch, her lips soon pursing for a low coo to slip from the back of her throat. She grinned and gazed up at him, receptive thanks to the aura, but there was more to it than that. It was nice to be desired, but also, it had been a long time since Kiva had intimate company. Incon seemed to know this all too well, and so he squeezed and rubbed those neglected beauties of Kiva’s with tender zeal.

“Oooh, that… This feels great,” Kiva purred.

“Trust me, I’m just scratching the surface.”

Incon kept massaging Kiva’s front and those bubbly breasts of hers until he was confident that he had whittled her down enough. His fingers swept over her abs, past her navel, through a sparse patch of red hair, and then they descended upon Kiva’s pink slit. Two fingers rubbed the area; Kiva sucked in a breath and soon bit her lip in anticipation. Slowly, softly, Incon continued to tease those lips until his fingers came away wet with her arousal. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and he supposed Kiva couldn’t either.

First, one finger slipped inside, then another. Kiva was already so wet that the two fingers had slid inside so smoothly, but then came plenty of wondrous resistance, a pleasant tightness. He dipped inside, again and again, taking in Kiva’s adorable moans like holy gospel. She squirmed and quivered at his every touch, writhing beneath him, biting her lower lip in fervent anticipation, yearning for more. Then, after some time of this, Kiva reached down and held Incon’s hand at bay.

“Hey, isn’t it about time we got to know each other better? Why don’t you get out of those clothes and show me what you’ve got?”

Incon wasn’t too surprised; Kiva was a woman of action when she had the opportunity to shine. He smirked and reached for his shirt and trousers, pulling both off with relative ease along with kicking off his shoes and socks. Kiva watched with bated breath all the while, then, seeing that bulge in his underwear, she pulled his briefs down and took his length in hand. The look in her green eyes was as clear as day; she hadn’t expected him to be so large! Granted, Incon might be humble about it, but there was no denying that he had plenty to share.

“Already so eager, aren’t you?”

“What can I say?”

Angling himself into a better position, Incon left his cock in Kiva’s capable hands all the while he kept fingering her pussy. He wanted her to get a feel for it, and to his great delight, she was all about it. She took care of him with a few gentle tugs here and there, occasionally pausing at his tip with her thumb. A few beads of precum seeped onto her fingers, but Kiva kept stroking as if it were second nature. She then reached deeper and stroked the very base, at times letting her fingers glide against the sensitive sack just beyond.

Incon pulled away from Kiva with a startled hiss only to position himself at the end of the table between the woman’s legs.

“Uh, was that not-”

“Oh don’t worry,” Incon growled, “I love your touch, but now I want a taste.”

“What do you me- Oh!”

Pulling at Kiva’s legs, Incon eased the pilot down the table, spread her legs further, and dipped his face into her leaking twat. A few tender kisses here and there brought forth a string of pleasant moans from Kiva, but it was the addition of a tongue that got her motor running. Incon nuzzled those sensitive lower lips, lapped at Kiva’s clit, and even suckled on it, though he had to dial it back for fear of being crushed by those thighs closing in around him. All the same, he stuck his tongue inside her and went wild. Pressing against sensitive nerves, using his lip to nuzzle Kiva’s clit, slurping and massaging her thighs with his oil-slicked hands, there was no part of this woman Incon wanted to neglect.

“Haa… Oh… Oh god!”

Kiva reached out and dug her fingers so deep into Incon’s silver hair that she was scratching his scalp. She mewled and gasped, thighs quivering around his head all the while he kept eating her out. She had no idea that a routine massage would turn into something like this, or that it would feel so good, but far be it from her to stop now. Basking in the bliss of carnal delights, Kiva held on until shudders and twitches turned into a full-blown orgasm, complete with a luscious moan.

But this was only the beginning, and like her first experience with a Mega Slush, Kiva wanted more. Incon could tell, too. After he had his fill, he pulled back and ducked under the table to work the levers beneath. Any good massage table just had to have height adjustments, but this one went further by being able to drop and sink into the floor. One never knew when a feature like that would come in handy. Luckily this was one such situation!

“Wah!”

“Oops, sorry, shoulda warned ya,” Incon chuckled as he watched Kiva fall.

No harm, no foul, and with a giggling Kiva to crawl over, all was well. Incon took his cock in hand and, after a few good strokes for Kiva’s eyes, he let the head rest against her inviting pussy.

“You want it?”

“Oh boy, yeah,” Kiva cooed with a grin.

“I’ll try and keep it nice and relaxing for you,” Incon assured.

For a time Incon rubbed his cock against Kiva’s pussy to let her get a feel for it, but hearing that she was ready, he soon sheathed himself inside. He felt her wrap herself around him in more ways than one, what with her arms grasping his shoulders and her legs swooping around to hook against his hips, but where some men would take that as an invitation to pound away, Incon showed restraint. He wanted Kiva to feel good more so than himself! Angling himself a bit above her so that his cock was pointing downwards inside her, Incon did what he could to stimulate Kiva’s clit as he thrust inside. It was a unique blend of grinding and thrusting, and though Incon had some doubts about his skill, the pleasant whimpers and delighted smile upon Kiva’s lips convinced him that he was doing something right.

Up and down, in and out, Incon spared no expense when it came to giving Kiva pleasure. Soon things devolved back into the traditional missionary position, though Incon never let up. Thrusting now, the lad would reach out and grasp at Kiva’s breasts to give them some more hearty squeezes. Those puffy pink nipples felt great beneath his sweaty palms while those oiled, luscious breasts never failed to entertain. Kiva’s arms swept past his shoulders and hooked behind his back, urging him to come closer all the while he kept thrusting away.

“Eh? Did- Did you want me to switch back to-”

“No, no! This is lovely,” Kiva purred. “Incon, right? I think… I think I’ll schedule some more appointments… if you’re working here!”

Incon chuckled only to be cut off by Kiva’s lips coming full force against his own. He held her tight as she did the same, the both of them kissing and exploring. The red-headed lass didn’t mind the taste of her sex on Incon’s lips. On the contrary, it only served to boost her arousal. She let her hands roam over the lad’s backside, roaming over subtle muscles and the like and even grasping at Incon’s hips. There was no part of this man that she wasn’t prepared to savor, though the stiff cock sawing through her quivering folds was by far the best part.

Kiva would eventually seize up and tug herself tightly to Incon’s body as she experienced a powerful orgasm, complete with a dash of squirting. Her face went red; seeing her sex squirt was just embarrassing to her, but Incon was quick to wash her worries away with a warm smile. He reached down and stroked Kiva’s clit as he slowed his churning, all so that he could help his patient calm down while retaining maximum pleasure.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Incon reassured her. “If you’re feeling good, why not show it?”

“You- You know, the same goes for you!”

“I’ll come when it comes, don’t you worry.”

The two allowed a minute or so to catch their breath before they continued. Incon sat back and helped Kiva onto his lap with her back facing him, aligning himself with her hot, wet, and quivering folds once again. In such a position he could better pleasure her; hell, he swore that he could even hit her g-spot if the high-pitched mewls from Kiva were any indication. He felt up her body, grasping her breasts once again in earnest while his lips grazed against her neck and shoulders. With all the excitement Incon had gone through previously, it didn’t take long before he was shooting strings of gooey cum deep into her womb, and yet this didn’t stop their fun.

The first creampie would be followed by another, then another, all punctuated with low growls from the back of Incon’s throat while Kiva shivered in his hold. She bounced atop his cock, swaying her hips to and fro to the rhythm of the soothing beat. Whether angled deep against Incon’s body with her ass smothering his groin or tilted forward, Kiva kept riding as if she were in a trance. Her entire body felt great from the soles of her feet to the tips of her ears, and the oil mixed with their sweat was a delight for her senses. She almost didn’t want this to end, but another creampie mixed in with another toe-curling orgasm soon reminded her that she and Incon were only human.

Incon was positively delighted, and Kiva was one happy, satisfied customer. He held the woman close and stroked her stomach and thighs while she rested against him, idly kissing or stroking wherever she could. Though each creampie brought forth that wondrous, mind-numbing pleasure, through Incon’s aura Kiva would be bound to him; loyal, but more importantly, smitten! Over the dull thumping of their hearts, the two murmured their praises.

“Was it good for you, Kiva?”

“My head’s still spinning,” Kiva cooed in reply. She rubbed below her navel and sighed contentedly. “My… You pumped a lot into me…”

“There’s a lot more where that came from. Pleasure, I mean. You’re welcome to come with me. I’ve got a big, big home that can easily accommodate you.”

The young lad properly introduced himself and did what he could to explain his powers. At first, Kiva found it all hard to believe, but she soon came around when a snap of Incon’s fingers made her core pulse with pleasure. She wasn’t sure if she could just up and leave New Jersey to be another one of Incon’s girlfriends, but again, Incon was there to put her concerns to rest.

“If the Glorft are defeated and all their forces scattered and broken,” Incon reasoned, “all that’s left should be little threats. You know, bank robbers, mad scientists, and reanimated dinosaur skeletons, none of which are extraterrestrial. I’m sure Coop and Jamie can handle them.”

Kiva glanced up at Incon with a curious look in her eyes.

“Wow… You’re not kidding!”

“And I can give them a little nudge so that they keep focused, just in case.”

“It all sounds too good to be true,” Kiva murmured with a shake of her head, yet she refused to pry herself out from Incon’s hold.

“Tell you what, why don’t you go back to wherever you’re staying and check up on those two? You’ll see that they’ve… matured a little bit, and then you can get your things knowing that Earth is in good hands?”

Again the woman shot a curious, doubtful look towards Incon, and yet she knew deep in her bones that he was a man of his word. Even now the lad was reaching out with his aura, sweeping across those busy streets and alleyways to find where Coop and Jamie were lounging by their giant mecha. A subtle tickling here, some implanted habits there, and a heroic sense of duty later, Coop would rise from his sunken couch seat with Jamie looking on. The heavyset pilot told his best friend that he ought to give his beloved mecha a full diagnostic checkup, among other maintenance tasks. When Jamie told him about the football game currently going on, Coop shook his head and replied that they could tape it for later, but that the Megas XLR came first.

Besides, once they were sure that the Megas XLR was 100% operational, they could grab a Mega Slush afterward. But Incon went one further, what with the potential for human error and all. He stretched his aura out to engulf the entire planet which would both deter and deflect any further extraterrestrial threats. If a hostile alien race were to pass by, the aura would render the Earth invisible, and if that wasn’t enough to escape detection, then a forcefield would offer added security and serve as an alarm for Coop to gear up and kick giant metal ass.

Kiva would soon come around to the idea of running off with Incon and so the two agreed to meet back at the massage parlor once she was ready. In the meantime, it would allow Incon some time to explore New Jersey and collect a few souvenirs. The girls would love a few plushies, namely a Jersey Devil, and Kiva would be forever grateful if Incon picked up some DIY Mega Slush packets and recipes. It might not be a bad idea to get a Mega Slush machine for the mansion; it’d be great for those hot summer days!

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Priya cursed herself for not seeing this coming. As car manufacturers kept experimenting with better engines or better fuel economy, eventually the conversation would wrap around the use of green energy, either electric or solar. The green, environmentally-friendly cars were a big plus in Priya’s eyes were she anyone else, but as a corporate lawyer for Tata Motors, she now had to deal with a whole new bag of problems. Things had been simple, though tedious when it had just been fossil fuels. Conserving the environment and greed often did not go hand-in-hand, and that wasn’t good for business.

She needed time to come up with a plan of attack, some way of supporting Tata Motors in the long run, or else they might look towards a newer, more environmentally-conscious corporate lawyer.

“I’ve come too far to be replaced,” Priya muttered, her eyes downcast.

Strong-willed, ambitious, and professional, Priya Koothrappali left work that afternoon feeling anything but. She had dressed as usual; a dark gray suit jacket over a white blouse, a gray skirt that reached past her knees, smart and sleek black pumps, and a matching pair of black bra and panties. There was little room for vibrant colors in the corporate world. With purse in hand, Priya strode down row upon row of bland cubicles before stepping into a large elevator. She closed the doors behind her and breathed a sigh of relief, for she was the only passenger.

“Oh, I hate to think it, but I might have to hang around those boys again… Strange as they are, they keep up with the times.”

The elevator churned and dropped, and with it came that terrible sinking feeling in the pit of Priya’s stomach. She racked her mind for quick fixes; a drink at a bar a few blocks away, a stop at a candy store, or perhaps a few minutes of streaming videos from her phone. A sneezing panda wouldn’t solve her problems, but it would certainly put a smile on her face, if only for a moment. Priya reached into her purse for her phone only to pause as the elevator churned again, and then it stopped to receive another passenger.

A short man with white hair, tanned skin, and inviting red eyes stepped off from an unfamiliar floor and filled the space, even as he took to his fair share of the compartment. Priya had never seen him before, and she considered herself a sharp woman with an eye for detail. He was smartly dressed in a crisp and flashy white suit with a red undershirt; whatever floor he came from or whatever department he worked in must have a lax dress code, or perhaps he was someone special. He carried himself well despite his somewhat short stature, and the friendly smile and charming wink, when he caught Priya staring, were both endearing and intriguing.

There was some kind of positive, confident energy coming from him that Priya couldn’t help but be drawn to like a moth to the flame. She was none the wiser; Incon’s aura had already locked in on her, and the young man was eager to put it to good use.

The doors closed once again and Priya would resume her descent with this charming man, managing only a polite smile in return. Perhaps if she had more time, she might just try to get to know him. Dating Leonard, no matter how it ended, had helped Priya come out of her shell when it came to the opposite sex. She was no seductress; sometimes she felt as if she was as subtle as a sledgehammer at times. With that in mind, Priya turned away and reached for her phone once again, and once again she was halted by the elevator.

The compartment bounced and rocked, its lights flickered, and soon it ground to a halt with a dull, mechanical shriek. Priya reached for the controls and tried to spur the elevator back into action, but nothing worked. Not even the doors would open, at least not from the press of a button. Having watched enough movies, she knew that her chances of forcing open the doors were slim to none, and there was no point in trying the ceiling hatch. That sucker was locked down tight and only accessible from the outside.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Priya grunted.

“First time?”

Priya looked up at the sound of this smooth, suave voice and realized it was coming from her fellow passenger, that ashen-haired, tanned, and oddly attractive young man.

“It is,” she replied with a nod. “And you? This has happened before?”

“A few times. Once I was trapped for 12 hours in a hotel, but it wasn’t all that bad. I had some snacks on hand and a book to read, and the other passengers were friendly enough. Then there was the time I got trapped in a mall elevator- you know the kind of thing, transparent and obvious. That didn’t take too long.”

As the man remarked about his experiences, Priya fiddled with the elevator controls, namely the emergency button. Nothing happened. Usually, the emergency buttons would notify maintenance or first responders that something was amiss, or at the very least it would call and connect to staff in the building. To make matters worse, as Priya pulled out her phone she came to realize that she hadn’t charged it during work. In hindsight it wouldn’t have made a difference for the signal strength in the compartment was poor.

“I pressed the button, but I don’t think it did anything.”

“Really? You would think this place would have better maintenance- they probably check these things once a month,” the stranger grumbled. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Ah… and I had things to do, places to be, and people to see…”

“I cannot believe this. Why today of all days should I be stuck here?”

“Aw come on, cheer up. I figure we won’t be here for long, but while we’re here, we could take a load off and relax.”

Priya might have been annoyed at this man’s carefree attitude, but his confident smile and alluring eyes had managed to ease her worries, if only somewhat.

“Nothing better to do but stand around and talk, I suppose,” she murmured in agreement. Her eyebrows arched as she turned towards him with an arm extended. ”It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, likewise,” the stranger replied, shaking her hand. “I’m Incon. I work over in HR. And you?”

“I’m Priya, one of their lawyers. Still practicing law, never quite performing as I want, but still with a job. Hopefully.”

Incon listened to Priya’s worries, though at the same time, he made sure to increase the strength of his aura. He knew that there was an attraction; the moment he walked in and winked at her she had blushed, and even now her dark, exotic eyes were glued to his. He too had been drawn to her; what wasn’t to like? When Priya let her hair down and relaxed, she was downright gorgeous with a cheeky, serene smile and thick brows that never saw rest, especially with how smart and cunning she was. Feeling comfortable, Incon loosened the collar of his undershirt and leaned against the compartment.

“I wouldn’t worry about a thing. A lady like you can make it anywhere,” he assured her. “If corporate decides to let you go, and they’d be fools to do so, there will be other opportunities. Everyone needs a good lawyer, especially a smart, sexy, and sophisticated lady like you. You’ll be fine.”

“Pfft, I’m not sure about sophisticated,” Priya laughed, “and sexy? Me?”

“I’m serious! Wait, sorry- I’m coming on too strong and you’ve probably got a boyfriend,” Incon chuckled with a shake of his head.

“No no, I’m- I’m single.” Now Incon looked incredulous, much to Priya’s chagrin. “I- I had boyfriends, one recent, but that’s not a story I’m willing to recount.”

“Well, whatever happened, I say ‘his loss’. You’re gorgeous! Have you ever put on one of those low-cut dresses? I think they’d look great on you.”

“You just want me to wear less!”

“It’s not that I want you to wear less, it’s just that I want to see more of you!”

Were it anyone else, Priya would not have humored such a blatant pickup line. And yet Incon was special- of course, his aura was doing plenty of work, but it couldn’t enhance charisma that wasn’t there to begin with. No, Incon had become much more confident in the past few days, and his charm had only intensified. Priya blushed again and ran a hand through her hair, feeling flustered yet giddy. It certainly did help that Incon was exotic with his lean and muscular build, tanned skin, and white, wild hair.

“I can tell that you work in HR, but… You’re different. And I mean that in a good way.”

“I’m great with people, but I’m even better with the ladies,” Incon boasted with a waggle of his ashen brows.

“So, what should we do now? My phone’s dead, and I didn’t bring anything to read.”

“We could play ‘I Spy’.”

Priya snorted at Incon’s joke.

“Yes, I spy with my little eye something very claustrophobic.”

"It's only claustrophobia if it's uncomfortable. You feel this?" He gestured to the compartment's soft red carpet. "I could take a nap here." His fiery brown eyes flicked back at Priya. "We could have sex here! I mean, hypothetically speaking, but wouldn't that be funny making all kinds of noise and shaking-"

"That sounds fine to me," Priya interjected with a good-hearted shrug.

Silence filled the room for a brief second while the two stood close. Once on opposite sides of the compartment, the two had drifted towards the other, drawn together like magnets. During all the chatter Priya had been fixated on Incon like a moth to the flame; her imagination had run wild, and she loved everything she could come up with. After all, what was the harm, or better yet, what else were they going to do in a stuck elevator? Priya gave Incon an affirming nod and continued.

"I mean, why not? Having sex in an elevator- You don't get to do that every day."

Incon blinked, his eyes widening in shock. He wasn't expecting her to go along with his plan.

"You're serious?"

"I may be a lawyer, but I do not lie," Priya replied with a sly smile. “Well… not to cute men like you.”

She veered away from Incon, just out of his reach, and brought her fingers to the first few buttons of her white blouse. Her dark eyes remained on Incon's face, watching him for every slightest emotion. On the outside she seemed cool and collected, but inside she was beside herself with joyful determination. How bold she was being, and with this man she had just met! The thrill and excitement coupled with a lewd curiosity urged Priya on, and soon she had a few more inches of real estate to offer.

First, she needed to take care of that suit jacket of hers. Swaying with a tune playing in her head, Priya reached up to her jacket and shed it from her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms, past her back, and soon it dropped to the floor. Every little bit counted, and Priya was adamant to give Incon a show he’d remember. More importantly, she wanted this for herself, to see if she still had that spirit that enticed men and made them puddy in her hands.

From the intrigued and amused expression on Incon’s face, Priya knew she was on the right track.

“You wouldn’t want me to stop, would you?”

“No, please,” Incon urged with a nod. “Keep going.”

Priya giggled at the enthusiasm in his voice and then brought her hands back to her blouse. She was careful to undo each button with deliberate slowness, but still quick enough to keep the momentum. Her dark eyes flicked from Incon’s eyes to his body, and she had to wonder just what she would find beneath his clothing. Even now she could see something straining in his pants; it couldn’t get any more basic than that, another sign in her favor. Soon the buttons had been taken care of, and soon Priya had that white blouse sliding down her arms and onto the floor.

A simple black bra kept Incon from seeing what lay beneath, yet he was confident that it would be to his liking. He wanted to reach out and touch her, and yet Priya dodged his fingers with another giggle. She wagged a finger in his face and kicked off her sleek, black pumps. Her tanned feet trotted upon the crimson carpeting as she twirled around, facing from Incon with her hands upon her skirt. There was a cheeky glint in her eye as her hips swayed; her ass bobbed from side to side, and with the skirt coming undone, soon Incon would get a look at black panties.

“You’ve done this before,” Incon observed, enthused and still smiling wide like a young lad at a strip club.

“I have my secrets… my sensual side,” Priya quipped back, her fingers dragging down her skirt.

Incon got a good look at the plushness of Priya’s backside so cruelly contained by those black panties and felt his cock go rigid. She stepped out of her skirt and ran a hand up her leg, fingers gliding over luscious, tanned skin to the hem of her panties. Again she swayed, pivoting about as she stretched. Her poses were bold, and yet adorably feminine enough to have Incon wanting to press tight against her. Still, he watched, his hands primed by his sides.

“Maybe when we’re finished here,” Priya cooed, her hands working at the clasps of her bra, “I’ll let you keep this.”

The bra came apart, and a great weight of relief tumbled out. Priya’s breasts were not the largest of the group’s at the moment, but they were beautiful with brown nipples and good support. She twirled the bra and sent it away with a flick of her hand, soon moving to her panties. Just as she presented herself in the courtroom, she demanded and held attention well. This could not be more apparent as she slid those panties down, past her folds, and down her legs, soon to be kicked off to the side.

But the fun was only just beginning. Priya dropped to her hands and knees and crawled towards Incon. Her dark, silk locks bounced upon her shoulders, and her eyes, hazy under Incon’s influence, remained locked on his. It was like letting a tigress in heat out of her cage! She drew close and reached out to grasp at Talyn’s belt.

“May I do the honors?”

Incon nodded. Priya did not need to ask, and yet Incon adored the professional courtesy.

Throughout his trysts with numerous women, Incon had settled on a jack-of-all-trades cock that was impressively large, yet comfortably manageable. Big did not necessarily mean better! Still, Priya fished that stiff rod out and recoiled in surprise as it sprang to attention before her. She had never seen something this big before, and for a moment her confidence wavered. She examined it closely, grasping it in her soft hands and giving it a few test tugs, already imagining it inside her. 

“Not bad,” she chirped, her eyebrows raised in wide wonder. “It might even be swell.”

“Oh, it’s swollen alright.”

The two chuckled over that before Priya’s fingers wrapped around the length of Incon’s cock and took him to town. She looked on in amazement as her hand glided up and down that impressive length from the very base up to the sensitive tip. Another hand added to the mix did not diminish Incon's size- on the contrary, it only served to make Priya’s hands look smaller! Impressed, Priya would lean in to kiss and lick at the swollen member after a few tugs, savoring the exotic taste on her tongue as she went.

The sight of Priya on her knees with his cock in hand was more than enough to get Incon in the game. He reached out and brushed her smooth locks as his cock twitched in Priya’s hold.

“I think we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well, Incon,” Priya remarked. She placed a tender kiss against Incon’s glans and glanced up at him with intrigue. “What would you like to do with me, hm?”

“Well… Do you know anything from the Kama Sutra?”

Priya snorted, amused.

“Of course. I am Indian, after all.”

“I mean, I’m just throwing it out there. It’s up to you, Priya.”

She smiled at the courtesy given back and made sure to reward Incon with a slow, tender lick from base to tip, complete with a swirl around his glans.

“Fuck- C’mere,” Incon growled, a shiver running up his spine.

He couldn’t wait any longer for this. Incon reached down and hoisted Priya up onto her feet only to grasp her by the arms and pull her back with him toward the far wall. She yelped at this sudden burst of dominance, and yet she clung to him, for she too wanted him close. Incon leaned against the wall of the elevator compartment, his cock free and straining against Priya’s thighs, and urged her to close the distance as he pursed his lips. The invitation was met with aplomb; Priya surged forward and kissed Incon, her lips gliding over his while hands and fingers roamed about.

Incon grabbed a handful of Priya’s darkened ass and squeezed while his other hand against her back held her steady. He kissed her with abandon, working her supple flesh and grinding against her body all the while. Humping and groping could only do so much, but it did serve to get Priya wet. The sweet sensation of her soft, slick petals against his hard cock was titillating, and Incon could hardly wait any longer. He pulled his lips away from the hungry kiss and breathed into her ear.

“Stand up. I gotta give it to you,” Incon urged.

Priya moved back a little and raised a leg, greeting Incon as he approached to put his hand beneath her raised knee. With his other hand, he held his cock steady and aimed for her pussy. He felt giddy with desire as Priya clung to him for support, her breasts rolling into his view. Tripadam, or the tripod pose, was as good a starter as any, especially as Priya could have fun as well. She bit her lip and looked on as Incon ground his hips against her, teasing her opening with that big, thick cock of his for an agonizingly short moment until he angled himself just right and thrust, his aim true.

“That’s a… a fair point,” Priya gasped, the pleasure of the initial penetration rippling through her extremities.

“I won’t be fair to you later,” was the hushed growl from Incon’s lips.

Wet and warm, Priya yielded to Incon’s thrust and began to rock back and forth in his hold. She was surprised to find that their height difference was negligible at best, allowing her to ease herself against him in relative comfort. Incon, meanwhile, stood tall and held Priya, content to have her doing the moving at first. She started slow, taking Incon’s cock at a careful pace until she grew comfortable, though that took some time with how big and thick it was. It was nothing some encouragement couldn’t help.

A firm hand smacked against Priya’s ass and made her quiver upon Incon’s dick.

“Oh!”

“Oh, did you like that?”

“You bad boy,” Priya chuckled.

The two danced in the elevator and soon forgot all about the buttons, stuck doors, and smothering confinement. Incon thrust against Priya’s hips, sawing up into her pussy only to have her drive back against him. Back and forth they swayed as Incon helped himself to Priya’s lips. Tender kisses landed against her cheeks and jawline, then on her neck, before Incon readjusted his hold on her leg. He raised it higher and carved forward at a different angle, teasing a sensitive bundle of nerves that Priya hadn’t realized she had until now.

She gasped and slowed to a stop, her legs straining beneath her for only a second. Sensing the opportunity to take the lead, Incon reached down and grasped Priya’s ass in his strong hands. He lifted her as easily as if she were a doll in his hands, and he carried her to the wall where she would be pinned with Incon’s cock still deep inside her. Another inch of Incon was a game-changer; Priya gasped once again and kept her legs raised to rest against his hips. Besides the wall behind her, she put her faith in Talyn to hold her, to ravage her.

“Don’t be afraid to speak up,” Incon urged.

Between a rock and a hard place, Priya soon paid little mind to the cold wall behind her as Incon plowed into her from the front. Her breasts bounced and rolled against his dress shirt, her body forced against the wall with each passionate thrust. Again the two kissed, this time deeper, more passionate than ever. Priya had thought that she had been in control, but here she felt like prey. Her pussy tightened around Incon’s cock; such a welcome feeling to be filled in all the right ways!

Tongues met and hands roamed with more fervor than before. As Priya held onto Incon she would feel one of his hands brushing against her dark breasts, teasing and rubbing them before sinking deeper with a greedy grope. Though she had no breast envy, Priya was nevertheless touched to know that Incon gave them the respect they deserved despite their size. His thumb pressed against a pert nipple and rolled it about during a prolonged grope, then Incon grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a cheeky tweak.

The unabashed mewl from Priya’s lips was invigorating; Incon’s cock throbbed inside her, and her heart beat faster as she anticipated a climax.

“Don’t pull out,” Priya pleaded, her hands grasping at Incon’s backside. “It’s safe- I just want it inside.”

Music to Incon’s ears. With Priya’s pussy so snug around him, he gave her a few good thrusts before finishing inside her. His potent seed was thick and warm; sinfully satisfying to the point where Priya couldn’t suppress her moans. She curled her toes and writhed around him, panting once the pleasure had passed. Ah, but just because Incon had finished inside her did not mean he was finally done; there were other positions he wanted to try!

“We’ll do… we’ll do Avalambitaka next,” he assured her. “Your legs still work, right?”

“Very cute,” Priya scoffed, grinning wide.

The two kissed and composed themselves for further fun. As the elevator was just a big enclosed box, the two were spoiled for wall choices. Incon took Priya with him against the wall once more, but this time the positions were switched. He leaned against the wall and grasped at Priya’s hips, crouching down for a moment to allow her to find purchase around his hips before lifting her. She rested her feet against the wall and clung to Incon, biting her lip in anticipation as his hands grasped the globes of her ass once again.

In this hanging position, Priya could dictate the pace if she so wished. She felt Incon spear her again and mewled with delight as he spread her open and nestled himself deep inside. Hands upon his shoulders, Priya eased against Incon’s hips, rocking back and forth upon his hard cock with the support of the wall beneath her feet. In time Incon’s instinctual thrusting would falter, leaving Priya to work her magic. She giggled at the lustful look in Incon’s eyes and leaned in close to give him another tender kiss even as she continued to ride him like a playful primate. 

“You’re good at this!”

“Same to you!”

For a moment Priya leaned back and truly allowed herself to hang from Incon all the while her breasts bounced before his gaze. He couldn’t help himself; he leaned into her body and kissed her breasts, even managing to slip a darkened nipple between his lips for a few tender squeezes and naughty flicks from his tongue. Priya gasped as a wayward thrust took her by surprise, and again she felt him carving through a spot she had never known existed. It was bliss!

After a while, Priya figured that she needed a little break. Her legs were pulsing, but she still wanted to keep going. It was her fault for choosing a man with so much stamina! Incon was kind enough to pause his ministrations, but soon he was in Priya’s ear whispering his desires once more. From Avalambitaka to Sthitarata, Incon was eager to experience as much of the Kama Sutra from Priya as she allowed him.

“D-Don’t drop me, please,” she whimpered.

“That would- that would require me to let go,” Incon growled back. “I’m not letting go.”

To further his claim, Incon delivered a sharp slap to Priya’s backside. The smack reverberated throughout the elevator, as did the woman’s accompanying squeal.

The standing position was risky- Priya would have to hold on for dear life and trust that Incon was not only strong enough to hold her, but that he could endure holding her for quite some time. She felt his hands grope her ass once again and hooked her knees over his arms for extra support, and yet just as Incon thrust into her with enough force to make her bounce, Priya felt her grip slipping. She yipped in alarm before moaning as Incon’s cock dug deeper than ever before. A lesser man would have dropped Priya, but Incon was indomitable; he could carry Priya and rock her world at the same time!

As she dangled from his powerful frame, Priya felt his cock tear into her like an impressive piston. Each thrust rippled through her frame and lifted her only to see her coming back down upon his cock, complete with the sinful, sensual sound of skin smacking together. The other positions had allowed Priya to set a limit, yet here Incon was in total control. He fucked her well, kissing her lips and teasing the sensitive nerves in her neck whenever he had the opportunity. Fluid dribbled down the length of his cock and over his straining balls, spurring him to cum inside Priya’s twitching pussy again.

Priya let out a heated moan as that perverse pleasure seeped into her. There was much more this time than the last, and she could swear that Incon was shooting against the back of her womb. She felt lightheaded, but the ecstasy was too much to deny.

“Another round,” she drawled, still shivering from the pleasant aftershocks.

“You sure?”

“Yes! Just… hold me and plow me, you… you big stud, you!”

Incon enjoyed a challenge, and he was pleased to know that Priya did too. He locked his elbows under her knees and gripped her smooth ass while she laid her arms around his neck and braced for impact. She felt like a toy in his hold; his thrusts were long and deep, his hips rocking against Priya’s with great vigor. How much time had passed since they started was unknown to them both, but Incon’s stamina had yet to wane. He squeezed and spread the soft skin held in his hands and delighted in Priya’s moaning all the while, knowing that her climax was steadily, quickly approaching.

“You like how I give it to you?”

“Fuck- Yes, yes!”

Another hungry, passionate kiss followed as the two lost themselves in rapture. Priya wasn’t thinking about their current situation stuck in an elevator anymore. She could hardly remember why she had been so glum getting on in the first place, either. All she wanted was more of Incon and more of his thick cock! Bouncing, mewling, shaking, twitching upon his dick, Priya clung to the man as he led her to nirvana.

The final stretch was upon them. Incon gritted his teeth and braced himself as Priya’s pussy clenched tightly around his cock; it was enough to make his legs weak, and thus he had no choice but to bring Priya down to the floor. He laid her down and positioned her body at an angle, her back arched, her legs bent, and Incon’s strong hands clamped against her thighs. As Priya writhed beneath him, Incon thrust away, pouring his heart and soul into this final set.

“How about… this?”

Incon reached out and brushed his fingers against Priya’s clit, and that sealed the deal. The sensitive bundle of nerves there had the ace lawyer cumming in no time. She gasped, a staggered mewl slipping from her lips as the pleasure tore into her like a tidal wave. Her pussy squeezed Incon’s cock, and with that came a torrent of his essence deep inside. The two panted, their bodies slick with sweat and the scent of sex heavy in the air.

They shared another kiss, this one tender and intimate complete with soft touches to sore erogenous zones. Priya had half a mind to lock her legs behind Incon’s hips, but she was in no condition to continue. Her dark eyes twinkled with a mixture of desire and appreciation as she sprawled out upon the elevator’s carpet, blushing and cooing her praises. It pained Incon to pull away from Priya’s lovely body, but it had to be done. Spent, dizzy, giddy, and overall satisfied, Incon pulled out and admired a slim stream of his handiwork pouring out from his latest conquest before dropping beside her.

Their heads were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing still.

“Wow… I never knew I needed this,” Priya sighed. “Incon, you… You’re amazing!”

“And you’re okay? I didn’t go too rough on you, did I?”

“My legs… My thighs…” She rubbed her thigh and mewled, soon grinning like a sated drunk. “They ache, but I like how it aches.”

“Nothing a soak in a hot tub can’t help,” Incon replied. “I can take you back to my place and you can have all you’ve ever wanted.”

Priya giggled at that.

“When we get out of here. If we get out of here.”

Though the two were still trapped in the elevator, it was only because Incon made it so. They pulled away from each other and began putting on their clothes, which for Priya meant plenty of bending over. Of course, Incon couldn’t keep his hands to himself with such a cute ass swaying before him. He gave Priya a cheeky spank and chuckled as she yipped, blushing all the while she tugged on her panties and tried to fix her hair. She stuck her tongue out at Incon; it was all in good fun.

She was about to tease him back when the elevator sparked back to life with a comforting rumble.

“I guess they heard us,” Priya murmured.

She finished putting on her heels and smoothed her skirt. Her legs were still a little shaky, but that was fine. She could walk just fine, and she could stand tall with her head held high. As the elevator doors began to open, Priya steeled herself for the stares and questions from coworkers and onlookers alike. And yet, instead of the cold, corporate look of a foyer or cubicles, against all established logic, she discovered a vast, impressive mansion’s hallway before her. Marble pillars, rich velvet curtains, fine greenery, and the smell of spice in the air had all but eliminated Priya’s worries and sparked her curiosity.

Incon was the first to step out. He breathed a sigh of relief as the comforts of his mansion washed against him like a warm autumn breeze.
“You coming?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at Priya.

Giddy, her legs still twitching beneath her, Priya followed Incon out with a beautiful smile on her lips.

Chapter Text

Though it was a fair distance away from Sault Ste. Marie and modern civilization, Laurie Forman had to admit that the clear, starry night sky was breathtaking, especially when reflected over Trout Lake. She took a swig from a cold can of PBR and watched as the embers from a nearby bonfire flittered skyward, twinkling as if they too wanted to be stars. Laurie wasn’t one for tranquility or poetry; for a time all she cared about was superficial beauty. But here in Canada things were vastly different compared to the regularly-scheduled chaos just south of the border, and it was the dawn of a new year. 

A group of college students from a few universities in the area had been partying hard and now sat by the fire. Laurie didn't know any of them, but that never stopped her from slipping into the group. They had booze and weed in spades, good music blasting from a Sony or Phillips, and many handsome men. Laurie was dressed reasonably in a lovely sage sweater beneath a signature orange leather jacket and a pair of tight jeans that stretched over her juicy ass. Her blonde hair was long and silky with balanced bangs that loomed over her striking blue eyes; a look that drove many men wild.

Regardless of how she got here, Laurie was determined to have fun and meet a stud who could fill the emptiness in her life. Cosmology had not gone the way she envisioned. Fees were expensive and the professors were hardasses, so she dropped out before the first semester ended. Laurie was barely scraping by working in a salon, and, no longer the favorite child in the Forman family, she couldn't count on Red bailing her out. Those were problems for another day- not New Year's Eve, a day meant for letting loose.

Laurie weaved between many duos of drunk dancers and managed to steal a minute or two of their attention, shaking her tight ass and bouncing her perky tits. Some of the guys she met were too wasted or not interested, so she moved on to the next and the next, like a cat searching for a warm lap to curl up in. Getting frisky before the roaring bonfire in full view of everyone was far too hot and bold for Laurie's tastes. A fair throw from the fire was a ring of vans that surrounded them, some of which had their backs open to show off a radio, a few kegs, or a cozy pile of sheets, pillows, and blankets. Not the most glamorous place for a shag, but many good memories had been made there over the years.

"I don't care how hot you are," barked a heavyset student as he shook Laurie off his arm. "No protection, no fucking. Got it?"

"Ugh, better safe and sorry," she grumbled as she pushed off the boy and walked away. She hated wearing condoms and was instead on the pill, but this guy didn't need to know that.

As she searched the crowd, she spotted a man standing off the edge, his arms crossed and his gaze lost in the dancing fire. He was tall, ashen-haired, tanned, and dressed sharply. His broad shoulders filled out his gray jacket nicely, and his dark jeans hugged his ass. Laurie could appreciate a good figure and a sweet face; it was why she tolerated Michael Kelso for so long. She wondered if this man would squeal like him too if she pinched his ass.

"Well hey there sharp-dresser," Laurie purred as she came closer. "You don't look like a student. Matter of fact, you don't look like you're from around here at all."

The stranger's eyes met Laurie's and her breath caught. In the flickering firelight, his burning brown eyes shone with a light of their own, and they bore into her with a predatory hunger that she'd never seen before. There was a sense of power and mystery to him, as if he was some mythical beast cloaked in the guise of a mortal. Laurie felt equally awed and admired, and a heat began to simmer between her legs. It wasn't love at first sight- It was the spark of lust to ignite a night she'd never forget.

"No, I'm not from here," the man finally answered, his voice deep and commanding. He turned his body to face her and smiled. "You can call me Incon. And you are?"

It was a strange name, but so was Fez and Kelso.

"I'm Laurie. Laurie Forman," she said with a bit of pride.

"That's an interesting name. You must be one of a kind, Laurie."

The way Incon said her name, so casually and smoothly, sent a thrill up her spine. Of course Laurie was special, but it wouldn't do to swoon at the first compliment she heard.

"Damn right I am, Incon," Laurie said as she sauntered closer and placed her hands on her hips. "Not every girl is a bombshell blonde with the moves to make any guy beg for more. Not too many blondes in Canada either."

"No, I can't say that there are," he agreed. He placed a hand under his chin and looked her up and down. "I'm surprised though. With your looks, you must have every guy drooling for a chance with you."

"Well, yeah- I was the life of the party back home. But now that I'm up here, well, it's not the same," Laurie explained. She had always been the center of attention and she loved it. To suddenly find herself in a new place and not be the object of envy was a strange experience.

"Ah, so you're the new kid. Makes sense."

"Hey, I've got game, baby. I'm the best," Laurie countered. "I just haven't found anyone who's worth my time... until now," she added with a smirk.

Incon's smile widened and he stepped towards her. His gaze locked onto hers and the space between them was electrified. Laurie could feel his presence, smell his musky scent, and sense the raw power in his body. Was this a real man, or some figment of her imagination? There was no need to pinch herself when something much thicker was at the ready.

"You wanna have some fun? You and me, back there," Laurie suggested as she subtly gestured behind her to the circle of vans. "I've got a good car with a big backseat. We can have a little New Year's celebration all on our own."

Incon raised an eyebrow, amused by her brazen attitude. He hardly had to use his aura; Laurie was a beautiful, sensual, lascivious woman who knew what she wanted.

"I can do you one better. I've got a van just a few rows behind you, and plenty of blankets and pillows," he offered.

"Aww, are you a little softy? Bringing your own bedding?"

"Piqued your interest, didn't I? Besides, I like the comfort."

"Yeah, a bed of blankets and pillows sounds nice. Lead the way, stud."

The man's smile widened to a confident, pleased grin, and he took Laurie's hand in his to lead her away from the bonfire and festivity. 

They were a little ways off from the group but could still see and hear the music and dancing. As Laurie and Incon passed between the vans, the former glanced inside each one to get a glimpse of what they had in store. They seemed spacious enough; not like a van's design changed much since the last time Laurie had sex in one. The ones she could see were mostly empty save for a couple of drunks passed out or couples fucking away. It wasn't hard to imagine the sounds of grunting and moaning mingling with the thumping beats, but it would be nothing compared to what she and Incon were about to get up to.

Incon stopped at an unassuming black van and opened the back doors to reveal a padded, cozy interior. The lights were already on and a stereo sat nearby, ready to play any record or CD they could fit. Curtains lined the windows for privacy and, indeed, several blankets and pillows had been piled against the far wall, waiting to be used. 

"Not bad," Laurie admitted. She could appreciate a well-planned setup. "It almost looks bigger on the inside."

"Want me to put on some-"

A push from behind caught Incon off guard, and he stumbled forward into the van with a grunt. He fell, scoffed in amusement, and rolled onto his back, pushing himself further inside. Laurie followed him in with a proud, mischievous smirk on her lips.

"No need. Everyone's in their own little world," Laurie cooed. "Just you and me."

She closed the doors behind her and sauntered over to Incon, mindful of the confined space and the lack of solid surfaces. Incon, wise and perceptive, quickly tossed down a few blankets and pillows to make a comfortable place for them both. Laurie was getting more and more excited, and the way Incon looked at her didn't help. She straddled his waist, placing her hands on his broad chest and her ass on his hips. His crotch was warm and hard, and his cock pulsed through his jeans.

"You're not shy," Incon said.

"I like what I see and I want it," Laurie replied simply. She had her share of awkward dates and disappointing fucks, but this guy was hot and mysterious. "You don't mind a girl who's eager, right?"

"No. I think you'll be perfect."

Laurie didn't know what he meant, and she didn't care. This was her night, and Incon was her New Year's gift.

Their first kiss was slow and deliberate, and Incon's tongue was warm and wet. She sucked on his lip and moaned, and he did the same to her. Laurie's pussy began to drip and her nipples strained against her sweater and bra. Incon's hands found her ass and he gave her cheeks a firm squeeze. Even through the fabric of her jeans, she could feel his strong, thick fingers sink into her flesh and tease her.

"Fuck," Laurie hissed, her cheeks beginning to burn. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "C'mon, kiss me like you mean it. Don't tease me!"

Incon's only response was a chuckle. He kissed her again and again, and his kisses became hotter and hungrier. Their tongues danced together, and their moans mingled. Laurie struggled to keep up as her body grew hotter and hotter, and of course the only solution to that was to strip. She pushed Incon away, sat back, and pulled her jacket and sweater off, leaving her in her bra and jeans- for now.

"That's better," Laurie breathed. She could feel the air against her bare skin, and she could see Incon's eyes devour her. She was a sight to behold: a stunning blonde bombshell with a gorgeous face and a body to kill for. Her breasts, a healthy C-cup, were squeezed into a bra that struggled to hold them in, and her jeans were tight around her hourglass figure. Her hair framed her face beautifully and her eyes glimmered with mischief.

Incon, for his part, looked as if he wanted to take a bite out of her. Pleased with the hunger in Incon's eyes, Laurie reached for his grey jacket and peeled it off, tossing it to the side. Then, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, smashing their lips together. It was time for her to take the lead.

"I've been waiting to get a good look at those," Incon remarked once they broke the kiss. He was gazing at her breasts, still so agonizingly concealed.

"Oh really?" Laurie cooed, her heart aflutter. She was used to the compliments, and she knew her tits were something to admire, but the way he looked at her was different. "You're a great kisser. I wonder how well you'll work my girls over."

"We can find out."

Incon reached around her back and easily unhooked her bra. Laurie shrugged her shoulders, freeing her breasts and allowing the garment to slip down her arms. Incon's eyes were locked on her tits as if they were hypnotized. Lovely things- round and pert, and capped with light pink nipples. She tossed her bra aside and leaned back, pushing her breasts together with her arms and smiling.

"Isn't that uncomfortable?" Laurie looked pointedly at the sizeable bulge in Incon's pants.

"It's only fair I strip too," Incon chuckled. He glanced at one of the windows and noticed a bit of frost, but the interior was comfortably warm and stable. "I'm a big boy. I can help myself. What about you? Think you can wiggle out of those tight pants, Laurie?"

The blonde's eyes widened a little. No guy had ever asked her that.

"What do you think?" Laurie smirked. She got to her feet and turned around, giving Incon a good view of her ass as she popped the button and lowered her fly. She hooked her thumbs into her belt loops and inched her jeans down, revealing the top of a pale pink thong. The fabric stretched across her ass and dug between her cheeks, and she was sure that the string was slipping into her crack. A little bob of her ass later and she was nude.

Incon grunted in approval as he clawed his way out of his clothes, never once taking his eyes off her. His shirt came off, and then his belt and dark jeans. Off went the boxers, and Laurie would realize what she was dealing with.

She'd had some pretty well-endowed men, but Incon was a step above the rest. Thick and long, his cock was veiny and had a slight curve to it. Before Incon could stop her, Laurie pushed him down, straddled his hips, and guided that magnificent shaft into her dripping slit. She shuddered in ecstasy as she took him all in, her cunt stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Mmmph," Laurie whined. "Oh, shit! You're so big. Damn, baby. I love a good piece of meat."

"Oooh, you're wet," Incon growled. "Come here."

Incon's warm, hungry hands were swatted away.

"Ah-ah-ah, none of that. I'm the driver tonight. You sit back and enjoy," Laurie cooed.

A spark of irritation was quickly snuffed out as Laurie started bouncing her tight, round ass on his hips. She was a bit heavy, but Incon could take it. It was nothing compared to the sensation of her velvety walls caressing his cock. As for Laurie, she needed to keep her cool. Incon's cock stretched her just right, and her clit rubbed against his pubic bone. It was as if this cock was made for her.

"How's this, baby? Like that?" Laurie moaned. "Mmm, fuck! Your cock feels so good."

"So do you," Incon purred.

Laurie leaned down and pressed her soft breasts against his firm, toned chest.

"I bet I can make you cum before me," she dared. "Wanna bet on that?"

Incon grinned.

"Why not? What are the stakes?"

"If I win, you're mine for the rest of the night. Whatever I want, you do. If you win, then you can fuck me how you want."

"Deal. Do your worst," Incon teased.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, stud," Laurie retorted.

Laurie began grinding her hips faster and faster, rolling and twerking her ass in the most mesmerizing way. Incon could only stare in awe as his cock was massaged by her slick walls, and his mind was foggy from the pleasure. His hands came to rest on her hips and his fingers sank into her juicy ass. Compared to some of the other women, Laurie was dangerous. Were Incon a lesser man, he might have given in.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Laurie whimpered. She was starting to pant, and her legs and thighs ached. "Hey- Don't you wanna play with my boobs?"

She wasn't sure why she said it. Laurie's breasts were not as sensitive as her ass, but that wasn't to say that a little touch couldn't be pleasant. She couldn't explain the urge to feel his fingers digging into her skin, or his tongue playing with her nipples. It'd tip the scales in Incon's favor, but she couldn't help herself.

"You want me to?" Incon asked, genuinely surprised.

"Hell yes, I want you to," Laurie snapped. "Don't you like tits?"

Incon's smile grew and he sat up a little, reaching for Laurie's chest. The moment his rugged hands sank into her tender flesh and his thumbs brushed over her hard nipples, Laurie knew she was in trouble. Her ass began to tremble, and her hips stuttered. Incon's touch sent jolts of pleasure through her, and she soon feared losing control. It was a gamble; she could feel this man's cock pulse or twitch, or she could cum.

"N-no pinching," Laurie demanded. "Just- Oh, shit- Just play with my tits, baby. Yeah, just like that," she moaned.

Incon massaged her breasts and nipples, squeezing and teasing her. His eyes were glued to her tits as they jiggled, and his lips curled into a pleased smile. He knew how much he was driving her crazy.

"I like this, Laurie," Incon whispered. "You're a beautiful woman."

Laurie couldn't take it anymore. His praise and his touch were too much. Her body trembled, and a loud moan was trapped in her throat.

"Fuck, oh, fuck, I-I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm- FUCK!"

Laurie's back arched and she slammed her ass down, driving Incon's cock deep into her cunt. The walls of her pussy fluttered and constricted, and her clit pulsed with each wave of pleasure. Laurie's body felt hot and weak, but her orgasm was far too intense and delightful to ignore. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled back as the world fell away, replaced by a blissful void.

She was only faintly aware of Incon's voice calling out her name and his cock pulsing. Laurie hardly registered that she had lost until a splash of warmth filled her womb, and she was suddenly reminded of their wager. She shuddered, her heart hammering against her chest, and her pussy gushed with a new wave of arousal.

"Oh, god," Laurie whimpered. She could feel Incon's cum sloshing around in her womb like a beacon of warmth.

The game was rigged from the start. Incon's aura had mostly been kept in check, but the wondrously tight sensation of slick walls milking his cock had been too much to ignore. That was fine, Laurie felt good, so Incon decided to keep her. He loosened his grip on his aura and let it wash over Laurie, binding her to him thanks to their already intimate connection.

Laurie was already panting, her skin glistening with a layer of sweat. Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were flushed, but there was a certain beauty to her that caught Incon's eye. The woman was a seductress and a succubus, and yet she was vulnerable. Her lips were parted, her eyes were clouded with lust, and her breasts heaved with each breath. While Laurie was lost in the pleasure, Incon took his chance and grappled with her nubile body, toppling her onto her back.

Laurie gasped as she felt the soft blankets beneath her. Incon was now on top of her, and his cock was still buried inside her cunt, hard and raring to go. With the hiss akin to ripping off a band-aid, Incon pulled out and left Laurie feeling empty. The harrowing hollowness of it all was almost painful, but when her eyes found Incon's, she felt the void dissipate. He grasped her legs and, with great strength, he spread and pushed them to her shoulders.

"H-hey, what are you-"

Thank goodness Laurie was so wet, for Incon's slick cock would have little trouble pushing past a tight ring of muscles deep into her ass. The blonde cried out in surprise and pain as her backdoor was filled. Rarely did Laurie attempt anal sex, and she hadn't been expecting it, but there was a sense of perverse pleasure in being dominated and having a thick cock stretch her asshole. She could feel his pulse and his heat, and she could sense his raw power.

"Holy fuck," Laurie whimpered. She wasn't one for such language, but this was a special occasion.

Incon began to thrust, and his movements were slow and deliberate. Laurie was tight and his cock was sensitive after cumming, but it wouldn't be long before the pain and pleasure began to mingle and the two could get the ball rolling. 

"I won," Incon breathed. "Let's see... how long can you last if I fuck your ass like this?"

The blonde firebrand couldn't form a reply. She could only groan as her body was rocked, and her tits were smacked together. Incon's powerful hands held Laurie's legs steady, and his hips moved like a piston, driving his cock deeper and harder. Soon the pain was gone, replaced by an addictive sensation of pleasure. Laurie could feel Incon's thick length push into her, and she could sense the pressure on her inner walls. Her legs and ass burned from being bent, and her body felt weak and hot, but the sheer ecstasy was more than worth it.

"Ahh, ah-ah, fuck, oh, god, fuck," Laurie groaned. She'd never had a cock this good, and her eyes were glued to his shaft as it pounded her hole. "Your cock is- Mm-amazing!"

Incon grunted in response. Laurie's ass was tight and warm, and he could feel her walls hugging him and quivering. He wondered what kind of face she was making. It didn't matter. He would see for himself in due time. His heavy balls slapped against her skin with each thrust, and their combined groans were growing louder and louder. Even the van beneath them was beginning to rock, and the windows had already fogged up.

"You're amazing," Incon purred, his eyes dark with lust. He glanced down at Laurie and his smile widened.

She was a beautiful, sweaty mess, and she could only squeal in response. Her hair had fallen out of its perfect shape and hung in tangled strands around her red face. Her blue eyes were clouded with pleasure, and her soft pink lips were parted. The cocky, dominating woman who had mounted him had melted, and the only thing left was a cute, slutty, needy thing that could barely string together a coherent sentence.

Laurie could feel a new orgasm bubbling to the surface, and she knew she'd never cum like this again. Not unless she kept around Incon, and that would be quite the commitment. She had gone above and beyond for Fez in the past, but for Incon, she'd go even further. There was no way Laurie could walk away from this without something to remember him by, and so, she mustered what little energy she had and met his thrusts with her own, rocking her hips as best she could.

"Cum- Cum inside me," Laurie begged. "P-please. I want you to fill me."

"As you wish."

With a low, primal growl, Incon gave a few more thrusts and bottomed out, filling her tight ass with a fresh load of thick, sticky cum. He had been holding back, but now there was no need. Laurie's walls spasmed around his shaft and milked him for every drop, and the woman herself was writhing and squealing. The van rocked and swayed, and the music outside had turned into white noise.

When Incon finally pulled out a rush of cum spilled from Laurie's hole. She whined, her face burning with shame, yet there was no denying her satisfaction. The blonde was spent, her body was hot and sweaty, and her limbs felt weak. It was a new, wonderful, addicting feeling, and it wasn't something she could forget.

Incon gently lowered Laurie's legs and crawled onto the bedding beside her. Though the two were spent, their stamina was bound to return in spades. There was much more time to celebrate. Laurie was drifting in and out of consciousness, her vision cloudy and her ears ringing. A warm body pressed against her side, and a strong arm draped across her chest while a thin, silky blanket was pulled over them. Laurie instinctively nestled into Incon's embrace and sighed contently.

"How do you feel? Let's take a little break and just enjoy the fireworks," Incon whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Laurie nodded and closed her eyes, taking a moment to bask in the afterglow. It wouldn't be long before she opened them again.

The celebratory fireworks began, and the night sky lit up with a dazzling display of color. Bright bursts of red, white, green, yellow, and purple dotted the air, and the accompanying booms echoed over the lake and forest. For a moment the world was at peace.

"Happy New Year, stud," Laurie cooed as she cuddled close and cradled Incon's arm.

"Happy New Year, Laurie," Incon whispered.

Laurie giggled and pressed her lips against his neck. She knew it'd be a long, cold winter, but she wouldn't miss anything with a hot lover like Incon.